Spring. Longer days, though cold. I’ve recently attended some workout sessions to get back in shape. I also do some tai chi on Tuesdays and yoga on Thursdays. Plus, acupressure each day
Recently, I was trawling through files on my laptop and I found an old beauty – a poem I’d written based around a Hungarian gypsy violinist. Below I present the new edited version, along with the original.
Note the move away from punctuation and the single line paragraph format.
Happy reading!
The Unseen Violinist
the unseen violinist plays late at night
drawn-out tones tremble with emotion
a Czardas set in harmonic minor
flattened sixths that speak of other worlds
longing
beauty
despair
the tempo quickens, the mood switches
the violinist’s bow dances across the strings
a wagon speeding across a country path
wheels echoing as the night sky watches
the violinist plays with ease
a lively dance
original: written before Lockdown
The unseen violinist plays late at night.
Long drawn out tones that tremble with emotion.
A haunting Czardas set in harmonic minor,
Flattened Sixths that speak of other worlds,
Of longing and beauty and despair.
The tempo quickens, the mood switches.
The violinist’s bow dances across the strings,
Like a wagon speeding across a country path,
The sounds of the wheels echoing as the night sky watches.
The violinist plays with ease.
A lively dance.
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