Tags Violin
From Strad to StratA Poem by TrimarcoRansomeDedicated to a dear musician friend, whom I regard as one of the most sincerest people I know. |
Heartbeat of NightA Poem by SyberRoseIn the night, the winds~ sing in the shadows The blanket of your love surrounds my soul Wind song of night portrays a piccolo Serenading as my.. |
Devil's ViolinA Story by E.R. JonasShort story about the devil and the influence of his violin. The story is inspired by an old Norwegian folklore called "Fanitullen" which also is a mu.. |
High NotesA Poem by Christoph Poe |
Moonlight SonataA Story by 4$HHow the unforgettable piece was made. |
Old Rusted StringsA Poem by Rose DiamondNot my best work, but oh well! |
Violin's VoiceA Poem by AnnieHaiku about the sensation of violin's music |
Margaret SchillingA Story by Fotis BetsosThere is a story on the net about a patient gone missing from a mental institution in the US. This is a purely fictional take on that case... |
Still, All My Song Shall BeA Story by S. H.The Titanic is sinking, and the musicians go down with the ship. |
dreamingA Poem by Smit Kotharimy first composition.singers(with english accent), guitarist, keyboard player, video editor required.here goes few lines of my compo:music is lifemy l.. |
Chapter 1 - 24th Nov 2008A Chapter by Elfar FoxI couldn’t help but smile as I looked out of the windows after I woke up. It’s here, the first snow of winter! The beautiful scenery was.. |
NovemberA Poem by Heather C.Said and done.Persistence and sadness;passion and pointed thought.Tiny movements,and slow transitions.I see rocks, a blue setting,your purple scarf.Re.. |
Feast of FiddlesA Poem by AnnaA poem inspired by a musical performance by a group of violinists |
Accardo's StradivariusA Poem by Richard GuimondSalvatore Accardo inspiring music |
My Body is a ViolinA Poem by OmikronLike an instrument I play myselfI hear myselfI feel myselfMy body's like pieces of a violinFragile and thinCommiting sweetness and sinMy veins are the.. |
00 | summaryA Chapter by Rima❛❛ We're living, that's all that matters. Apathy. It was the thing reflected inside the eyes of Alouette Strauss for she was .. |
prologue | the beginningA Chapter by RimaEveryone's writing their own book. May it be a novel for adventurous nerds or textbooks for mathematical and scientific geeks, a book for geniuses, a .. |