The bow of the Stradivari’s
Gently danced upon the strings
Music of the Master, as only he could bring
A symphony of notes released
Each one delicately heard
All I could do was watch
Without uttering a word
Lost unto a world of dreams
In secret I made a wish
If only I was able
I'd play too
Beethoven's 5th
I too would strike the golden strings
Create magic with my bow
Perform my song before the world
Watch your admiration soar and grow
Without a word being spoken
Taking flight on wings of doves
I'd play a concerto, and in a fashion
I will sing for the one I love
This one I really love, each time I read it I want to hug and kiss you. God knows you are my kind of poet.
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