Silent music!
The Old Violin
Silent meditation day and night
Against the wall, many years now
The veneer is largely a brown charcoal
Graced by its former contour
And the strings, no longer crisp
Are birds in rusty cages
Aging is a pit with no bottom
There is one thing he still excels
He does not suffer osteoporosis
Yet
Unlke his frail master
A human
Sometimes into each other they stare
Melodies fly out, dance, meet in the air
Those thrilling moments
Wake up a sleeping flower
When nightingales forgot to breath
skipped their pulses