I took the violin,
To play a tune,
Went over the Symphony,
Breathed the rhythm,
Moulded my fingers,
The sound was familiar,
Reverbed inside my lungs,
Came out a song,
The words,
The phrases,
And the alliteration,
My legs danced,
My heart raced,
A tune it was,
The guitar had exclaimed….
P.s – my two best friends. The two on whom I can rely anytime. They help me breathe systematically, listen more carefully.
Caring for Art 