Carmine refused to ever play her violin again
As she placed it on the stairs
Surrounded by music playing deep in her heart
She no longer wanted carried there

Saddened by the bitter note she played
At her last performance
Carmine set aside her violin forevermore
Banishing its soul to silence

As silent days and nights turned into years
She never changed her mind
That bitter note she played just once
Remained in fast rewind

Those strings Carmine strung so beautifully
Tuned with all her loving care
Are becoming brittle and cracked with age
Without her playing there

Will Carmine look on with longing glances
Up until her dying days
Never to play the music carried in her heart
Because of a bitter note she played?