Dorothy Sinha

Rookie (7th Aug 1980)

String Struck - Poem by Dorothy Sinha

The impeccable resonance..
is when
I writhe in pain
the thin string
cuts into my skin
Yet my fingers glide
over its brass frets
(tied with golden jute threads)

That is when
time stands still
A humming string
touches chords
a musician’s greatest reward

Topic(s) of this poem: music

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 24, 2014

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