My Dad loved to play the violin
Magic strings held secrets within
A galloping bow played a rhapsody
Rosin added a pulse to the melody
Notes came to life... they had their own mortality
As a solo ended... Dad slowly came back to reality
Still mesmerized... I could see the tears he had
How could such beauty make my father so sad
Longingly, he thought of the place of his birth
His heart ached for his former home on earth
Leaving Hungary as a teen was a difficult choice
The loveliness of his music had a tender voice
On the riverbanks of the Danube were his thoughts
He was a free citizen, but his mind was tied in knots
One day my father got a brotherly hand written note
“Haven’t seen you in fifty years, come visit...” he wrote
It would be Dad’s first time traveling by air across the sea
He arrived holding a printed sign saying this is me
Letters of his name identified a face that had changed
His brother anxiously strained... embraces were exchanged
For a month, my father was abroad rekindling family ties
He was different when returned... sadness had left his eyes
A year later he died... silent strings no longer resonate
Melodious memories of his wonderful talent still captivate
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