A violin was played by death,
so vibrantly, alluring,
in each inhale and exhale
of my steady breath,
the melody was soothing,
to my shallow soul,
at times I’ve heard it
as a beastly growl,
and then I knew
the day was nearing.
I looked over my shoulder,
the melody got sharper,
a violin had a single string,
and suddenly it snapped,
I made my final breath,
in silence,
as violin was laid to rest.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
A violin was played by death,
so vibrantly, alluring,
in each inhale and exhale
of my steady breath,
the melody was soothing,
to my shallow soul,
at times I’ve heard it
as a beastly growl,
and then I knew
the day was nearing.
I looked over my shoulder,
the melody got sharper,
a violin had a single string,
and suddenly it snapped,
I made my final breath,
in silence,
as violin was laid to rest.
