Music Painting Poetry Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

A bow pulled actoss the strings of a violin
In a movement practiced so naturally
Repeatedly the musician flows freely
Eyes rolled back in measured ecstasy
Mesmerizing music flows out of thee
Notes ride out from the singing strings
Sounding the souls of those listenin

The music of my soul wells out for all to see
My notes are words my instrument is me
The drills I practiced long ago flow
And move my lines on for those who know
My musical paintings grow and grow
Effortless is not a word I know
Imagine though a Red Robin on a mound of snow

I pull the bow across the strings
And paint a tall brown oak looking over everything
My paintbrush is a pen that sings my minds a canvas
My feelings strings I the rosewood violin sings
The songs that plum the deapest depths of I
My thoughts appear across the crisp white paper here
Why these melded arts to me are dear