I wrote my poem early today, so here it is:
Triolet – Music -- Violin
The violin, long-neglected, alone
Stirs its strings beneath the rosined bow
Instead of sweet sound, it emits a groan
The violin, long-neglected, alone
Each string is slack and cacophony prone
And when tightened twangs a tinny echo
The violin, long-neglected, alone
Stirs its strings beneath the rosined bow
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I have one of these long-neglected violins. As a child and adult I enjoyed the sweetness this instrument has left in my soul! I must get back to it. Thank you for the soulful stirring!
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