The Broken Violin Poem by Reva Kern

The blessed bow sighs
It is crushed, full of sadness
The evening that you were playing, Countess
A theme of Paganini

How everything falls swiftly
I had an infinite love
The evening that you were playing, Countess
A theme of Paganini

The instrument sleeps in the narrow confines
Of its case of varnished wood
After the night where, blonde hostess
You were playing Paganini

My heart lies in sadness
With despair over our lost love
The night is broken, Countess
When you were playing Paganini