Blue Violin Poem by Brian Sonberg

She said, 'I can sing a song'
She said, 'I can make it blue'
Your tears may find me
Their trails I've traced
A thousand times
From a distance
In safety
My strings pulled
Down stroke, solitude
Sweet lonely resonance
Up stroke, longing
Where have my notes floated
Apt instrument
Gives me a voice
Elegantly morose
Unparalleled in beauty
Speak my truth
When I cannot
Trade vocal chords
For strings of gut
Unafraid in my terror
The violin sits
Blue in appearance
Yet undaunted
When she speaks