VIOLIN
His hands were gnarled.
His step was slow.
He finally got to the folding chair up front.
He slowly opened his scuffed violin case.
He took out his violin slowly.
He seemed off key as he tried a few sounds.
He slowly opened his scuffed violin case.
He took out his violin slowly.
He seemed off key as he tried a few sounds.
He twisted a few string pegs.
He began to play and the whole room of
talking people became silent and listened
as tears rolled down as he played on
their violin shaped hearts.
© Andy Costello Reflections,
2015
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