The Violinist Poem by Ima Ryma

While waiting in her dressing room,
The violinist got the news.
Her long love had just met his doom.
By car wreck, his life he did lose.
Outside, the concert hall was filled
To hear the violinist who
Was world renowned for being skilled
At making music dreams come true.
With reason to cancel for sure,
She chose to go on stage and play,
Bearing such loss endured by her,
The violin would be her way.

Through pain and grief she played her all.
Her music magic filled the hall.