The Night She Played The Violin Poem by Christopher Correia

Music of the violin I was suddenly hearing

Breaking the silence of four in the morning

In the darkness I found your naked silhouette

straddling a chair from the dining room set

your raven hair all covered with moonlight glow;

like angels were listening outside our bay window

and I felt every movement of your hands and bow

transfixed I became, by your one woman show

music stopping the playing and then starting again

scratching a melody, you just caught in a whirlwind

then more beautiful you became and a woman so rare

I was breathless in wonder and did wordlessly declare...