Violin Player

April Higney
She sat playing her violin, the tunes
entrancing to the ear. So many years so long ago.
A tune for the heart for memories to
hear.

She knows not where the voice comes from,
that sings a melody that can touch another's
soul.
It connects in her vision, of a world
that once felt whole.

She looked out into the distance, the tall
green grass blowing swiftly against the rocks
remembering in wonderment of the many quiet
walks.

She was entranced by the moments, as the wind
whistled a soft tune in her ear.
So many years so long ago.
A tune for the heart, for
memories to hear.

She knows not where the voice comes from, a
song along the breeze that touches her soul.
It connects in her vision, of a world that
once felt whole.

Published by April Higney

A love for writing poetry for many years. Main concepts are based upon past/present/future struggles & issues of life and relationships, love and family. I am strongly passionate about entwining my heart & s...  View profile

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  • Kathy Loh7/15/2009

    Lovely and haunting really! A memory of wholeness....thanks!

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