Walt Christian Larsen

(Lancaster, California)

A Thirsty Soul

I was but five, when first twas heard Meditation's sweet refrain.
and the magic of the ancient violin, as the harmonious notes
began to rain.
As I travel with a teary eye back to a more sensitive time,
I recall, it was not a diminutive segment of my nursery rhyme.
Lost in a trance of supreme transparency, he strolled back
and forth.
drawing with his bow, melodic appreciation to a baby's heart
for what it's worth

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