A bow drawn,
And I hold my breath.
A mouth opened,
And I pause,
Muscles frozen.
Move my soul.
As the mouth closes,
Around a note.
And the bow lowers
To the violin,
I breathe again, able to move.
Move my soul.
Tears trickle my cheeks,
As the piano calls out a story,
As the violin weeps,
I sob.
Move my soul.
When the cello moans
A lost love,
A found hope,
I gasp.
Move my soul.
My heart beats quickly,
My skin chills.
The mouth opens to a note,
The piano smiles,
And the song ends.
Move my soul.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 2:14 AM UTC
A bow drawn,
And I hold my breath.
A mouth opened,
And I pause,
Muscles frozen.
Move my soul.
As the mouth closes,
Around a note.
And the bow lowers
To the violin,
I breathe again, able to move.
Move my soul.
Tears trickle my cheeks,
As the piano calls out a story,
As the violin weeps,
I sob.
Move my soul.
When the cello moans
A lost love,
A found hope,
I gasp.
Move my soul.
My heart beats quickly,
My skin chills.
The mouth opens to a note,
The piano smiles,
And the song ends.
Move my soul.
