The Gypsy Violin

By Munda

 

The compelling violin lures

With an irresistible yearn,

“Dance, dance, please dance for me”,

I can no longer adjourn!

 

Ethereal notes float from its strings,

Caressing like a lover's hand,

Sensual music, Angel’s touch,

Leading the way to wonderland.

 

Embracing with utter delight,

Craving, beckoning me,

Tempting my lonely heart,

“Dance, dance on my melody!”

 

Faster, faster the music escapes,

Without compassion to body or soul;

Seducer of lonely hearts,

Until dancing is my only goal.

 

Faces gyrate while I dance on passion,

Flashes of fire in the corner of my eyes,

The violin plays like never before,

Until I become one and loneliness dies.

 

With a final cry and a final touch

The violin stops, the music ends,

Leaving behind an emptiness…

We’ll meet again, my violin friend.

 

© Copyright Munda 2001

 

 

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