Updated: Jul 8, 2020
( WITH STRINGS ATTACHED)
A violin is playing, music echoes far and wide,
weaving a haunting binding vibration
around the senses, and brushing against the soul,
lifting you out of the everyday, to places
remembered… or minutes forgotten.
Like opening an old wound, the notes
go deep inside… piercing your heart,
leaving you intensely sad,
yet… somehow richer for having heard them,
a spell is cast…
You stand transfixed…
held by invisible threads,
as the music washes over
your spirit… I have heard
the sounds of love.
Christmas Eve, 2007
c Bill Falls, 2007.