Violin sitting ‘neath the window.
Wonder does it sound as it did before?
It looks all right. And the strings—intact.
I wonder do I still have the knack?
Violin sitting ‘neath the window.
Can I still play as I did before?
How peaceful and soothing to the ears
I still can play after all these years.
Violin sitting ‘neath the window.
There quietly resting in repose
Hugging a secret that no one knows
Tho’ very soon it’d be disclosed.
Violin sitting ‘neath the window
Sounds just as good as it did before.
(revised 2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Violin will always sound good, no matter what. And you have expressed it so beautifully. I really like your style. Great write. Thanks for sharing.