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The delicate line of arm and wrist,
a grace of fingers firmly pressed.
They dance in separate rhythms,
to the lissome music of her soul,
a prelude to the harmony in play.

The violin commands regard,
with a voice, clear, two hundred years
strong, that will sing three hundred
more and then continue on,
imortal as any fragile form can be.

She heeds the call...

the bow glides across the strings,
soft and swift, barely touched,
hesitate ~ then set, rest ~ rest,
down-bow, drawn impossibly slow,
in gentle, sweet caress.

Now, fast and hard, blinding,
in emotions sway, up-bow,
down, up-bow, blur, flying nimble,
rising to crescendo...plunge,
the notes fall out upon the air!

Then are done...

With passion, the notes cried out,
from the very depths of sorrow,
to the heights of joy, to mingle
with such desperate, mortal tears,
as the ones that trail her cheek.

Vibrations linger, and so does she,
wrought in the ambiguity of sound
that is intrinsic to her primaeval love,
still in that beloved somewhere she goes,
when music calls her name.

(For Seren)


"I place these moments in my pocket
to be pulled
at the rush of noon,
the crush of three...
when tears come,
when words must learn to be enough..." MKL

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The following comments are for "When Music Calls Her Name"
by Serenem

The calling windchime

Ahhhh, Windchime...

My daughter astounds me with her love of music; she is totally dedicated to it and she often becomes very emotional when she plays her violin. She drifts away to a far place...

Thank you for your understanding of this, Windchime, I'm honored by your reading.


( Posted by: Serenem [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )


I love the sound of a violin. the vibrance of the notes and the moods they can carry you through from romance to adventure. I often feel angels should be credited with these instead of harps.

In reading your poetry, one can hear the music and get carried on it.

Well Done,


( Posted by: ivordavies [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )

You are very kind and a gentleman. Thank you for reading and leaving your comments on this poem. The violin is such a beautiful instrument and its 'voice' is the one most like the human, they say...

I tend to believe, however, as you have suggested, that it is more like the 'voice' of the angels...

Thank you again, for stopping by to read this, and for your response to my explanation of haiku on your 'Post Mortem' poem. You are a most gracious man.



( Posted by: Serenem [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )

As Beautiful...
And moving as your daughter and her instrument, is your rendering of her...

Your poem has the same resonance and quality of that violin...

The beauty of both can be heard in this well crafted poem...

Perfection in pen...

( Posted by: daprdan [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )

We hear the beauty, Dan

of violins... thank you, kindly, for equating my poem with such beauty-- I'm not that sure I'm worthy, but I do appreciate your words.

Warmest regards to you,


( Posted by: Serenem [Member] On: July 18, 2004 )

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