Eerie Strains Of The Violin Poem by Teresa Reck

Eerie strains of the violin
float on across the sea
mingled in the mist
music playing for you and me
no need for any songsheets
music flowing in the air free
open your heart and listen
to the cry of the wailing banshee

A concert for us alone
no other invite from the start
if the notes were paintings
they would be a work of art
listen to the words I play
and take the music to your heart
relish in the symphonies
before the day we part