Romantic Violin-Playing (Italian Restaurant) Poem by james watkin

1/

Like nothing else, not wordings'
Pleading tones, heard to slide
Into a bribe's self-harm
Does that havoc's dishonesty
The melody disarm.

To music itself, unvoiced
For play on one's feeling
Emotional register
To it, and more, do heart's
Do soul's own strings answer!

2/

Lacking for whose language, assuredly
Love's, on our behalf expressed
Expressing, is divine
What intermediary more pure
As much is heard between hands
As twixt your heart and mine?