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Let me be your violin.
I surrender myself to your hands.
Stroke me into song and shape my sound with your fingers.
Pour yourself into me so that I may sing your soul.
Let your heart be moved.
Use me until I break and then repair me.
Use me until I break and then repair me.
Vibrate with me.
Tense with our performance.
Be carried away with our voice.
Sing with me.
Let me be your instrument.
I went to see Beethoven's 9th the other day, and was fascinated by one of the violin players. She reminded me so much of someone (I won't say who).
She was so absorbed in the music, pouring every scrap of her attention and love into the music and into her violin. It was clearly what she loved to do, and it was that art that reminded me of someone.
I am not at all satisfied with this poem. It doesn't capture the depth of connection between player and instrument, or the intensity of love.
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NegativeCreep13 Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2008
loved it and what u wrote on author's comments :)
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talayawhite Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2008  Professional Interface Designer
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.
I wish I could capture the person I was reminded of. Their intensity is just too much for me to put into words. You can try to write an emotion, but it'll never compare to the emotion in reality.
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