January 2013

January 4, 2013 15:03

Some people do not seem to understand it when a musician talks about 'color' in a piece of music... this poem is my thoughts on the subject.

Touching strings of quivering silver,
In a sure and steady hand,
The violin bow draws a stroke
Picturesque and grand.

Lifting notes right off the page
Sending them floating in the air
Painting in glowing colors-
Black and white no longer there.

Working with care to capture
Glowing thoughts that open like flowers
So beautifully new, yet wordless -
Like the fresh, early wee hours.

Every detail thoughtfully distinguished
The heart laid open and bare;
Every movement filled with passion-
Every breath a prayer.

Look! Observe with your eyes!
Listen! To what every ear can tell:
An accomplished violinist
Is not only a musician, but an artist as well.

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