The violin of your body
entices me.
How it connects the arm
to hand,
I do not understand.
The rushing crimson
beneath the alabastor case
entrances me with
its melody.
I watch in fascination
as you draw the
silver bow
across your violin.
And listen with a smile
as melody pours out.
And I,
your audience of one,
applaud at the end of the concert. |