#violin
Back in my dark corners
Back with my hooded thoughts and apathies
Reunited with this dark tunnel
Reminiscing of the hope in your steel horns
For a home they called it
“Bait Al Oud” I remember the day I entered
The day I grew to be wonderful
The day I started running with the other humans
Laughter lightning the air
My home surrounded by lightning as I steek to what I reminisce
The joy of enlightenment visualising your elements
The dread that strikes with every bolt
Where is my home anymore?
Was it in your F A C E or with Every Good Boy who Deserved Fun?
Was it on that levitating platform blind on it’s bow
Or with the people that followed on?
For the musician cradles his instrument
Yet it was you that lifted and stabled me to the heavens
Found that everlasting glow amidst heathens
My only fireplace in that fiery antarctic
The instrument that killed the robot
The paddles that brought his beating heart to life
What mystical tool could a fiddle be?
Only in the hands of a magician like me
A magician you grew in me
The musician to be paraded to this worldly scene
I regretfully say that by bolts may be warped
Yet its still squeaks
So I miss my beating heart
I miss my everlasting glow
I miss being a person
I miss being the violinist
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 1:35 AM UTC
the violin sings with notes from soul
each note a thought that rises through the air
in it's soft flow, two hearts may reach their goal,
a strong bond bloomed with beauty, rich, and rare
the bow dances along the hard strings of fate
as lovers' hearts in rhythm of tempo
each hum and touch, a language we create
and music's voice makes every face aglow
like the art of movement, our minds flow true
each step taken draws us closer, side by side
in art and song, my love is born anew
a passion found where words could not confide
so let the violin's sweet song remain,
a love that dances through both joy and pain.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 7:58 PM UTC
When you are, actively, seeking God;
How God may find you.
“Jump(ed) up on a hickory stump”,
And He had a way of finding you.
Some fiddle is important
For the second half of the show.
It was, either, you, me, or him.
And we quietly found the sun in a hush.
The boy is not in a rush for this to end.
And it is not about winning,
Unless your soul was on the line,
But at, at least, he got the golden fiddle.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
A piano
Once.
The snow in December.
Missing something—
Holey.
Holy Oil on a three-year-old
One night. [“Splash” is my nickname.]
The dark; the dark.
A white knight—
A zebra!
I got my stripes—
An anomaly.
I drop things;
Rainclouds; red roses.
Painting my nails: Questioning Authority.
So, over bureaucracy that poetry is dead.
Thundersnow; A Blue Flash of Lightning.
Telling stories—graffiti—and meta; and meta; and meta….
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 9:28 PM UTC
In my dreams,
“Sorry that I berated you”; you
Against God. [The separation]
Like piano keys—
They’re there, technically—the sweet music
Of kissing you in my dreams. I don’t know much
About the piano, but I know this is such: I was a piano,
Once. And I learned what the word
Berated means, in my dream, because
You were connected to mine [my mind]
…Somehow…
I do not ever want that word to be erased—berated
Because of you saying
That “We, as poets, are all on the same wavelength”.
And out thoughts were syncopated,
Like a pianist learning violin.
“Lots of what ifs”.
If only
In our dreams.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
A violinist
lightly strokes the sheep gut with --
tightly stretched horsehair.
Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC
I am going to forget your memories from my heart,
It's as if I'm going to erase my own existence.
This fiddle 🎻 I play so passionately as an art,
It's as if I'm going to shatter it down piece by piece.
I am going to forget your memories from my heart,
It's as if I'm going to erase my own existence.
May these clouds cry their shower along me,
For today, I'm going to weep like grown-up babies.
Fingers hurt, especially the ones in my left hand,
As they slide vigorously on the violin's neck.
Let me rub my regrets onto this rebec's neck,
Ah! The friction on the strings pierced my fingers.
This violin's strings become undone by my ferocity,
I'll sleep, knowing that I can't be loved by any.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC
Story poem:
RDD vs JPC, BBA vs ASG.
It's mother's Day 2024 I think of fame and great fortune
All wealth and wisdom links from you son of God. My Jesus my beloved best friend best lover best husband best father ever in Earth.
Dearest Darning Pat
Saint Patrick's Day passed too; before that was Saint Valentine's Day. And for Christmas I couldn't find a snowy all village card to send you my precious one my all.
I love you more and more with your aka and your fame your good fortunes your generosity your gold heart my love.my everything.
I love you as Jsack for Rose in Titanic, As foolish Scarlett for Rhett in Gone with the wind book.
Meggie in love with in the thorn Birds Rachel Ward and
Richard Chambelane such pain sorrow.
I think of you in Starry Night painting the pain that lasts forever. Stuck in a famed painting my pain too.
I may not ever sing another song but only one about us
"Sing and dance with me with the Violins."
And this one¡: The music played me with RDD vs JPC.
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As the music played: Repost
An angry silence lay where love had been
And in your eyes a look I'd never seen
If I had found the words you might have stayed
But as I turned to speak, the music played
As lovers danced their way around the floor
I sat and watched you walk towards the door
I heard a friend of yours suggest you stayed
And as you took his hand, the music played
Across the darkened room the fatal signs I saw
You'd been something more than friends before
While I was hurting you by clinging to my pride
He had been waiting, and I drove him to your side
I couldn't say the things I should have said
Refused to let my heart control my head
But I was made to see the price I paid
And as he held you close, the music played
And as I lost your love, the music played
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 12:25 AM UTC
Take the Fragrance from the Flowers
and the Garden will lose its Charm.
Take the Hands away from the Clock
and Time won't ring an Alarm.
Take the Violin, from the Symphony
and the Dance Floor begins to Sigh.
Take the Rain, from the April Showers
and the Ground will begin to Cry.
Take the Tidal Waves, from the Ocean
and the Waters will be Calm and Still.
Take the Landscape from the Mountains
and the Sun won't set behind the Hill.
If U take away My Heart.
The beatings are still there Within.
I'll Love U forever and ever,
As your Heart is neatly tucked In.
Sep 1, 2023
Sep 1, 2023 at 8:28 AM UTC
With a cursory press of a key and arco of the strings,
They look at each other,
Determining when to start through what looks like telepathy,
But it is instead the subtle movement of arms and chest.
They begin.
With the movement of bows bouncing on metal,
And the dancing digits upon black and white,
Sound reverberates between the audience,
With eyes and ears in tandem absorbing the scene.
They continue.
As they pass over bridges,
And draw out waves with their hands,
I listen,
Swaying and breathing and performing as though I am beside them,
Despite being above them,
Yet feeling so below.
Becoming one with their instrument,
And bringing me along,
I smile,
As just like they pull beauty out of their tools with their soul,
They guide joy out of me,
For all of us.
They end.
Then again, they start.
With new sounds from a new person,
With new intent,
And new methods.
They change.
From haphazard joy and dance,
To somber death and confusion,
They become one with the music,
And follow in its suit.
They continue, anew.
As the sound changes,
So do I.
Listening with sharper ears,
Hoping to catch a different magic in my ears.
They continue, still.
As the cello draws honey,
The violin; its dew,
And the piano waterfalls arpeggios,
I am content.
They end.
Full of the food of life,
They stand,
To let us feast with them with our hungry hands,
Giving our own vibrations to fill our drooling souls.
They leave.
And so do I.
Both of us fed and quenched,
From the performance.
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 3:33 AM UTC
he plays with my love
with the strings of his bow
it makes such a precise sound
consistently on pitch
he moves his hands
inch-perfect on strings
each tune a new sorrow
each string used
more infatuated then before
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 3:56 PM UTC
lustful and untrustful
screaming matches and rebuttals
worn out muscles and tear puddles
but what did we win, cards caving in
whichever way you try to spin
swan song on the violin
whichever play you do
your eyes get under my skin
I can see the hurt, the guilt, the shame
I tried to heal, build, and begin
again and again
return to my zen listening to Gwen
escape to my four white walls and write songs
each melody washes away the pain of yesterday
each harmony bringing back the colour to the gray
lifeless self I let my body become
dancing to the beat of my own drum
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 12:58 PM UTC
The violinist
fiddled
The fragrant
flowers
of the vase
wafted
The sweet
sound
merged
into the flowery fragrances
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 2:22 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, when you wish upon a star
your dreams come true-Cliff Edwards---do they? :>
remember when you called us quits too soon
one year later in a **** same room
all the blacks and whites grayed out a little on me
but never returned the woods in thousand dreams
remember when you took that hug in a theft
burned the station down and couldn't hear a left
but things a carry a chocolate cake would never cut
all so small to you but me just a single much
remember when the ice we clanged and freed
even the cold I've missed the day you chose a fleeing cheat
all the hours and runs we held the hands and lilac
but I know again a no more a wont come back
remember the dark ages we bled and rhymed
cared and favored out on every other than not crime
all the shadows and hunts tracing the midnight sky
but the stars would never forget a lover's align
but my heart and soul would never know to draw a line
but my nights and getaways would never dim a dime
but my soul can't erase veins on violin classic chimes
but------------------------------------------------------------------
------ravenfeels
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
You’re a storm in summer,
So fast-moving and out of the blue,
You’re like the first day of Spring,
Blooming and slowly rising,
Amongst the decomposing earth,
You’re like a shifting darkness,
Hard to tell where you start and begin,
Filling the space with your whole being,
Your firelight flares up like a firefly,
So bright and fluttering through the twilight,
Your eyes glow with a glace of gold and rose,
So fired up on adrenaline,
Running through the countryside like a wild fox,
Your depression is like the deep artic sea,
When it gets so heavy you crawl into your shell,
So desolated with your own thoughts
You’re like a broken violin,
So beautiful but splintered with visible scars,
From the lovers who had misled you in the past
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument,
an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one.
An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate,
knowing the sentiment that was formed now may never be undone.
The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade,
a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony.
Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed
the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.
This temporary music spreads out into infinity,
where all is left is the memories.
Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity,
where all is left is the reveries.
The house lights went out, the soloist left gasping for air.
Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn't care.
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 11:31 PM UTC
Locked in this glass jar
I stare at the stars
Replaying my past scars
Things that are so far
Rocking in this endless ocean
Always in motion
Sometimes I can't breathe
I can feel death creeping in
Playing its neverending violin
Where did this all begin?
Death plays its endless notes for me
Wishing to be free
As I stare at the endless sea
Death holds me by the hand
He is the only one who can understand
~28/3/21
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:22 AM UTC
Lights or darks
To break a glass,
I’m worth on it and not in the droll,
To depart from the bed in black the one who
Addresses themselves to overtake their self and become in a rave,
Violin string works at ease;
Give me a gulp of the Moon to crash to my side,
to crack in ecstasy of me inside.
I’ve put up enough with walking perfect like the porcelain.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
Lueurs ou sombres
Un verre casser,
J’en vaux et pas en drôle,
Partir du lit noir celui qui
S’adresse à s’envahir et être un délire
Fil de violon travaille à l’aise:
Donnez-moi un coup de la lune pour m’en écraser et m’en crever,
J’en ai marre marcher parfait comme la porcelaine
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
How do I love you?
I obsessively read
Pisces love horoscopes
though I am a Capricorn
How do I love you?
I vividly imagine
our colorful future together
though I know it's unlikely
How do I love you?
I unhesitatingly take
your jabs at my best efforts to please you
though I know you're projecting
How do I love you?
I ask myself, constantly, repeatedly
why my love for you isn't enough
though I do know the answer
How do I love you?
I incessantly interrogate myself
a beggar for love, begging away
though there's a treasure trove inside of me
How do I love you?
as I look longingly at my reflection
at the woman who is still learning to love herself
though her soft, open heart has be restrung like a treasured violin
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 12:20 PM UTC
play me like a violin
lure my music out
the music you’ve so carefully hidden in my core
touch me gingerly
summon what you once put deep within
so many eons ago
free me from this trap
this tangled web of broken strings
that suffocates even my strongest breaths
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 9:04 PM UTC
[To Mary C.]
I've met again a violin and a piano in a cooperative anguish of a story.
To reminisce
(Or is it "recall"? "Reminisce" is only laced with joy)
Your love for that black and white ministry of music that I believe there is
And taste it together with notes of those honey strings before which I shiver delightfully instead
Make and made a prompt haste and nostalgic astrae longed to be left by a human's bed.
Just to let you know and sense,
I'm having and feeling you too on my thoughts and oh so unspoken words of laced understatements,
Right on that Rainy Song dúo.
I'm sure you're sleeping tight.
But no harm done.
It's better this way. Not binding you to your face, calling you without name or reason.
Really, hope my act doesn't creep or leave out, it's form and prolonging chaotic and loud
It is that "God-like" state who makes me a mute lovesick fool, a wannabe paramour to any of your kin, who wants to pepper kisses on each tear and stare in each other's eyes for hours with no matter bespoken.
I'll leave simply my note at the table,
Like one leaving the other in the bed before dawn.
No "I'll stay" nor "I'm leaving",
Tinted with tenerezza cazza.
No explaining, the void necessary for the sense of reason and authenticity bigger than the material the literal.
Don't get up, don't bother, sleep tight, don't rise.
Just be aware you were on my mind, may that make you rise.
Experience ya later, not see ya later,
In salty waters our stars I now fight to see in the dark at that signs of the clock without glasses on.
I wish to finally dispose of needs of my vessel for at least those few holy moments clad in ombré.
Have the dearest night,
Goodbye.
~
PS Don't look for sense, don't name it or trap it, just let it experience you, kiss you and have it. Dismantle, dismantle the logic together before it becomes a sicario forever.
Eyelids closing and ending
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC