Sad Violist Meets Sad Violin Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

(Sad violin plays) The sound of keys falling is heard

Sad violin plays on

Shadows play on the wall, reflected off the forgotten muted TV

screen

The violist plays on, too lost to care, as the first tear falls

The wailing violin an extension of herself



The medley of violist and violin carries on into the night, endless

'I stare at my reflection in the mirror, why am I doing this to myself?

Seeing is deceiving.................

There it goes up in the sky, forgotten for no reason why

I can't cry hard enough'

Light plays across the living room, reflections bouncing off each

other

The piano joins the wailing violin

They both meld with a vengeance, dripping with painful eternal

promise

Promises of broken beauty and hope



Hello world, have I been dead all this time?

Why do I feel cold as steel?

The cold fingers of dread wrapped around my soul squeeze the life

out of me

I fall on my knees

The dream was there, but I forgot what living was

I left life at my front door every morn

Sad violin plays, and the miracle is peeking, just waiting

But Violist and violin are trapped, sinking deeper and deeper into

a bottomless pit of oblivion

Fear and tears blur vision, instinct only a memory



It is morning, and as the remnants of dew fade, the petals are

parted by invisible hand

She remains immobile, the sighs of the violin have long faded,

The silence echoes, so trapped is she, she won't hear, won't feel

the gun shot when fired

Oblivious to the blood oozing from her chest, vision impaired she

gropes about in the darkness



Relief from the pain is an intrusion, she'd rather go on hurting

because now that is more comfortable

'Better than nothing' voice fading she whispers weakly

But the miracle lingers, waiting only to be acknowledged

And the voice whispers, so strongly, ' I just thought you should

know, I never left. I have always been here.

Here, (he holds out his hand) let me help you up