A beautiful poem from my audience

Updated: Jul 8, 2020



MARTIN PLACE

( 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.

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