Violin Beneath My Window Poem by Walterrean Salley

Violin sitting ‘neath the window.
Wonder does it sound as it did before?
It looks all right. And the strings—intact.
I wonder do I still have the knack?

Violin sitting ‘neath the window.
Can I still play as I did before?
How peaceful and soothing to the ears
I still can play after all these years.

Violin sitting ‘neath the window.
There quietly resting in repose
Hugging a secret that no one knows
Tho’ very soon it’d be disclosed.

Violin sitting ‘neath the window
Sounds just as good as it did before.

(revised 2015)