A faint melody can be heard
Floating on the wind
One that filled the air
Many a year ago
The strings played just right
A magician of the instrument
Its song could be heard
As far as the eye could see
Each and every morning
From sunrise to sunset
She would sit upon that chair
Molded to her bodily form
And bring peace to all who listened
To the music carried on the wind

Now her time has passed
She plays the song no more
But its melody is still heard
By those who hold her
In each of their hearts
And sometimes when they look above
To where she and her violin
Became one each day
They can see her standing there
In all her glory
At peace with herself
And playing the song of the wind
One more time
As if for their ears alone
Epic Myst©

The bow no longer strokes the strings,
Guided by her masterful hand.
It's voice now stilled, no longer sings,
It's master, silently and lonely stands.

A second quiet instrument rests,
It's voice too it stilled
Two young people, artists, were the best,
But their melody was killed.

Stand in the valley far below,
Your ears will hear the sound,
Their floating melody crescendo grows,
Then silence suddenly abounds.

The melody though still intermingled,
Floats on air through endless time.
Perhaps to be rekindled,
As two hearts new mountain climb.
bingo91©

Gazing out
What can be seen
The melodies have
Been drained from thee
Strings of music
Were within the heart
The notes are gone
Is there a place to start?

A vigorous duet
A sultry pair
Now only silence
Beyond repair
A solo
Won't sound the same
Is there any solution
To erase the pain

Strings in the habit of soothing
the soul
Delivering effectiveness
Making one whole

Left in isolation
Not comprehending
A solution
Let in the void
Lacking resolution

Now emotionally exposed
Nothing
Reassures
Encourages
Or holds one tight
Perchance a lullaby
May convey ease into this melancholy night
MiNN1©

So sweet do the notes float on the breeze
She glances to a fading sun with a heavy heart
Downcast, the violin falls to her side
Longing once more for the love long gone

To herself, she sighs in the last rays of day
A somber tune that stills her pain
Deep in thought, staring longingly
Discordant melodies stir her thoughts

As she looks to the past
To someone who shall never return
Yet ever lives on within
His instrument lays unplayed

A sorrowful glance to the valley below
The meandering river flows slowly
No audience remains to watch
As their love is blown away
Fleuretty©

The music died
in my dreams.
Fading away
on spring breezes
my muse, gone.

The sun set
with my hopes.
Floating away
on gentle waves
my spirit, lost.

The night fell
on my love.
Drifting away
on soft clouds
my heart, broken.
Kindred Spirit©

As I hear the sweet music
It slowly drifts away
Upon the winds of sorrow
Away again 'til the morrow

Drifting ever softly
In the river of our hearts
Down the waterfall of tears
Spilling gently upon the lands

In the glowing sunset
Dying with the day
Behind the mountains it sinks
Forever on its way

Float gentle music
Upon the sea of sorrow
Reaching always forward
Perhaps into tomorrow
Star_Fire©

The music now ended
the player had stopped.
Each note a haunted memory
of everything she'd lost.

Her heart lay in shambles
busted, broken and torn.
Like the violin's dead strings
used, abandoned, ignored.

All her life she had struggled
to be all, to all.
To please and take care of
the world she adored.

She had failed so sorely,
her attempts out of tune.
Now she'd played her last concert.
She would struggle no more.

Head bowed, fingers mute
in reverence to the past.
Echo's in silence
all music now dead.
NeecyD©

Her batons lies upon the chair,
Her violin she clutches at her side.
His cello leans on the verandah;
She hasn't touched it since he died.
The swirling rivers sweep below her,
Meandering gently to the hills.
Desolate, she stands and watches:
Her heart with mixed emotions fills.
She feels so happy that his presence
Still emanates around this place.
Yet she feels sad because she's lost him:
Will never more gaze on his face.
Below she's just performed a concert,
Where many plaudits she received;
The first she'd done without her partner.
And now she contemplates and grieves.
Once more her violin she lifts
As she plays a sad lament.
The music floats into the sunset
And to her love is heaven sent.
Peter©

A balmy night- lights flickering in the breeze
We give a concert amidst surrounding trees
The audience has taken a respite
As we retune for the finale tonight
My companion has left the stage for now
And I contemplate our next show
The music hath writ itself large on our stage
And it flutters away page by page
The violin is ready for the strong touch of my bow
And the viola is standing by to accompany the flow
The seats are empty as they gather and chat
But soon the time will come for our second act
The music drifts stolen on the night air
Our concert takes a pause
Together we make a harmonic pair
Listening to nature applause
I wonder does the audience feel the warmth of close accompaniment
Do we make the music for ourselves alone or can they appreciate
And the sun setting brings golden showers to the sky blushing tent
And the tension within me grows, as does my creative state
Will our music join and create one harmonious whole
Will the audience applaud and grant the compositions soul
Can we make it together & dash; and stick throughout the years
Will our notes harmonize to the sounds of audience cheers?
PoetsDreams©

Maiden Fair with the golden hair
what memories are you humming
Your smile belies your winsome tone
your stance, a welcoming e'tude.

Gently place your shallow body
against a chin and shoulder soft
Fingers dancing along ones neck
as the bow glides across her strings

Enchantress of the evening wind
let your soulful melodies sing
Play the song of love lost and found
sorrowful, happy or content

Soothe the soul that mourns a lost one
Heal the battered and broken heart
Lead the way from ones darkest hour
Play on and lead them towards the sun

Leave the adagio behind them
and bury the dirge they carry
Fill their hearts with harmonic hope
rejoice in the passage of joy

Gentle fingers along the neck
on soft shoulders touched to the chin
Haunting melodies on wisps of air
sensual, sweet... her violin
Reina©

The light of the morning sun
Gave her melodic peace
Questioned by rhythm of life
She lingers transposed
Spontaneous to inner lyrics
Longing to be instrumental
Of composing a masterpiece
A symphonic tempo
A harmonious tone
For the audience beyond
Her spontaneous composure
gigi041©

Looking over and across the way
She sees the curves of life's highway
As the script of her life blows away
What will be next, in life's play

An auditorium empty of seats
Downtrodden her life has her beat
The floor is cold beneath her feet
Fighting back tears, she wants to weep

While the sun sets behind the hill
Just what emotions does she feel
She's lost her happiness, zest and zeal
She asked herself her heart's will

In her hand she holds an instrument
All the while her heart is in torment
Seats and chairs and robes of red
Now she must lie in her own bed
mwm44©

The instruments all put away
The players have gone home.
It's then I find, within my soul,
The melodies still roam.

So, even though the music's done,
The thrill will still remain.
Once heard, the music always stays
Forever in your brain.

I recall old Fiedler leading,
On each Fourth of July.
My mind still quests the Esplanade,
Delights revivify.

The kiltie band in the parade
Departed down the street,
But "Bonny Charlie" yet I hear;
The pipes and drums still beat.

Ozawa, then, at Tanglewood,
Completes the symphony;
Leaves the enchanted audience
Enthralled in ecstasy.

Well known is music's vital role
In story, love, and war.
It makes hearts beat - it flies the flag,
It makes the spirit soar.

Its glory tunes have driven men
To demonstrate manhood,
Puts luster on a victory
That's bought with so much blood.

For music is the highest Art.
None is any higher.
When poets seek artistic heights,
To music they aspire.

And poets know that they've done best
When verses seem like song.
When poetry is musical,
Its memory is strong.

The instruments now put aside,
The players gone away.
But music heard is never lost;
This, no man can gainsay.
Cadwalader©

Gentle as a summer song
The rising sun of first dawn
She longed for him the whole night through
Remembering melodies from when they were two
Sadness gripping, tearing at her heart
Desperately longing to not be apart
The ocean looks so dark and deep
A sacred place where she can weep
wind_whisperer©

The notes drifted through the night air,
motes of star dust in the moon glow.
Waking her from dreams of crowded concert halls,
a sequence of notes immortalizing her in musical history.
..... Reverberating Fantasy

Awake now, rising from her bed,
revery slips away, reality takes hold.
She crosses a cold stone floor seeking the melody,
a sleepy angel in a white gossamer gown.
..... Ethereal Spirit

Violin in hand, onto the balcony she glides,
weakened by a yearning never felt before.
Her cello, earlier abandoned, plays a ghostly song.
Unseen hands stroke the bow across the strings.
..... Haunting concerto

Crystal clear droplets of sound
touch her with a soft plucking motion.
With her breath stolen, her heart stilled,
she is frozen for one split second in time.
..... Musical revelations

Her instrument raised and tucked under her chin,
she closes her eyes to see the sound.
Fingers poised, bow slicing through the air,
her violin sings in nocturnal harmony.
..... Moonlit duet

Struggling along, stretching her skills to follow his lead,
through the night they played, she and her ghostly mentor.
Complicated arpeggios sailing across the lake,
melding the essence of her music with his.
..... Inadequate talent

A gathering of clouds, a stirring in the wind,
a lightening of the sky heralds a new day.
The music fades softly as she senses his absence,
emptiness invades, replacing musical glory.
..... Confidence lost

This night had been a miniature eternity.
In it she had become a new creature.
Metamorphosis from butterfly to worm,
playing all the music residing in her soul
..... Empty shell

Her mind reflecting on these revelations,
she keeps a vigil, waiting for the dawn.
Scattering her music across the water,
she knows that it is over, the melody is lost.
..... Deep despair
Following the music, over the wall she goes
cloaked in a gossamer shroud.
..... Shattered dreams
Gayla©

I am but one in a giant sea
looking to reclaim all my hopes and dreams
that were taken by the wind.

Every word that I ever spoke
all of the lyrics that I thought I wrote
they were taken by the wind.

The melodies that rolled from my lips
each tune that has flowed through my fingertips
have been taken by the wind.

Notes through the years that I've tried to play
and all of the prayers that I once prayed
were taken by the wind.

Has anyone seen my love of old
sailing in the breeze with my heart and soul
it was taken by the wind.
dawg_isblue©

She steps out on the balcony,
Her instrument in hand.
She ponders heartache's cruelty
And all the dreams she planned.

Eyes are closed in concentration,
She knows the notes by heart.
Deeply lost in contemplation,
Deft fingers play the part.

For her prince Juliet awaits,
The poison flask she sips.
Forbidden love that sealed their fates,
He kissed her deadly lips.

Her music's floating in the breeze,
Carried off to distant shores.
Concerto sets her soul at ease.
Her dying spirit soars.
KathyK©

"Who is that" I wonder?
Standing over the alters candles
He turns and I hope
He notices me sittin in the pew

Tall dark and handsome
A 13 yr. olds dream, please!
Don't let him catch me staring
Thank you Jesus !

I laugh at the notion
This high school guy noticed
The shy awkward girl
Across the aisle

Every Sunday that summer
I'd rush to get ready
For my seat in the pew across the aisle
From this "Oh so cute guy"

At summers end I finally relent
Gave up hope that he'd ever notice
Thanks Jesus anyway for the fantastic view
Of a little girls 'heaven on earth.'

First day of school, new schedule in hand
I rush to my favorite class
It's orchestra hall, with the "big" kids this fall
My talents have moved me ahead.

We jockey for position, its time for my audition
To determine which chair is my fate
Nervously I open my violin case
I'm small, shy and awkward with glasses

I say a quick prayer
Warm up through the scales
Sneak a peek through the window to observe
Those who would soon to be my peers

"Oh my God" I do shriek
"This can't be Oh dear Lord"
It's that cute guy from church
Sitting in the first cellist seat!!

I audition as if possessed
It's Sunday again, I'm racing
For my seat across the aisle
Still small, still shy, but determined with glasses

The conductor speaks "Please take your seat"
"Congratulations on achieving your chairs"
I'm in 3rd chair, "Hot damn I don't care"
The cute guy's directly in my view.

Later that semester, on Valentines Day
A card is taped to my music
"This card's for you, the shy little girl
who blossomed over the summer"

Thirty one years later
The violinist and cellist still together,
"This poem's for you, my cellist, my mate
on this Happy Valentines Day"

Thank you Jesus!!!
Reina©

How do I tell you, how to describe
What it all meant.  Oh, I was alive!
Loving and happy, brand new and shining.
Dreams for the future, they were so blinding.

Fear, to begin, of this passion within.
Slowly this went and a new time began,
A time for new love, for the music of peace.
My soul was content with this tender feast.

Living, believing a future was true,
Opening, giving and loving, so sure.
Relaxing my guard, I allowed it to be.
Was no resisting, at least not for me.

Beginning each day with light in my heart.
Feeling inside, sure that this was the start
Of something special, and of something real.
‘Twas lost in the wonder, filled with new zeal.

Giving and sharing as never before.
You are so special!  You opened the door
To this new candor, this newfound delight.
Excitement and triumph colored my life.

Once this was true, but, it did not last.
For reasons uncertain, you are my past.
Gone the refrain of the gladness I knew.
Gone, too, the happiness I felt with you.

Once now is over and life still goes on.
I will be stronger with every new dawn.
I’ll not forget you, I hope that you see,
The caring and love remains within me.

So, all is not lost nor given away.
What remains within me will have its day.
When pain is forgotten, again it appears,
Another bright dawning, serene with no tears.
Anjaleck©

I can fill you with joy and bring forth your laughter;
you may dance to my rhythm or sway to my beat.
I can bring you to such uncontrollable urge,
you can't help but start tapping your feet.

I can raise up your spirits, when you're feeling down
and fill you with lighthearted glee.
I can make you remember a time in your life,
when before you have listened to me.

I can touch you so deeply, you ne'er can believe,
as you find yourself given to tears.
I can show you the paths in life you must choose,
with a rhapsody only you hear.

I am a symphony that plays on your heart.
You know me most intimately.
I am there throughout all of your life,
as your spirit embraces me.
Linda2001©

It was the end of a hot summer day.
The cool breeze sent my thoughts in a whirl.
The passion of my music sent,
visions of the love I wrote about you.

We used to sit in this chair,
and watch the sun go down.
We used to swim in this river,
And wonder what goes beyond the mountains.

We were crazy that way,
with wondrous questions.
We were crazy in love,
which made music my passion.

The cry's of the music,
live upon the sea.
Your heart is still with me.
I will love you... always.

Your daughter at your funeral.
A wedding ring in my hand.
Your heart in my music.
The words wish you were still here.

The words pierce across my lips again...
"I will love you... always..."
rnf120©

So long had I searched for the talent to know
how to make you sing lightly at the touch of my bow.
The ways of your music were learned to me,
but the notes on the page were all I could see.

So lost and disheartened, I nearly lost faith.
I laid down my bow and I laid down my base.
And then to my heart came a gift so divine...
It flooded my soul and it filled up my mind.

My entire being so filled with elation
to finally discover this great revelation.
One must open their heart as love is created...
Become one with the music, and be emancipated.
Linda2001©

I turned around for a final word
Hoping to see remorse
But she declared through her marbled stance
Her heart-set, mind-made course
She'd found another with whom to dance.
Our song would not be heard.

The score of music we had rehearsed
So often when alone
Was pulled toward the fire of the sun
Where it would be unknown
That we had played a duet as one
In notes of love immersed.

Was there something more that I could say
To turn her heart to me?
What would open her eyes to our past? ...
To music that might be
Composed and performed throughout a vast
New and eternal day?

How could I leave her? How could I go?
Discord within my heart.
Phrases of passion within me stir
Now that we are apart;
Haunted forever by sounds of her
Violin, my cello.
Weaver©

As low thunder rolls out of the blue
Truth arrived to tell her it was true
knowing the career would simply cease
music ended half way through the piece

Dropped the useless bow upon the chair
ignored lovely cello leaning there
bowed her head looked inward at the truth
stepped back through the years into her youth

Stinging tears for love she cast aside
all to satisfy her foolish pride
get thee from me Mozart, Brahms and Bach
this harlot no longer heeds thy knock

Pages from her life have left but one
last to go when goes the setting sun
Time a river filled with twist and turn
flows but once and never to return

Lonely, withered lady that is she
standing there within her memory
chosen life now ending 'twas a waste
come, thou Specter, take me now, with haste
Sir Sun©

Composed within, the song of love's, ever caressing touch,
There are still those; singular, lost; no desire, or much,
With, even its splendor, glory, and all consuming glow;
Deep inside their hearts, the pain, we'll never know,
A symphony,  unconnected,  individuals, astray,
Harmony of life's joining,  for them, there's not a way,
No melody of passion; no tunes, of joyful bliss,
Entombed within; their inner glee, and wanted tenderness,
Looking for love's maestro, to show them how to play,
Even as, the baton of fate, tries to conduct away
Discordant, sour, empty; all these themes of hate,
The winds of lost desire,  never will abate,,
It comes along , as first a breeze, but stronger by the hour,
No warning of a curtain call; we bow, before its power,
The tempest takes our manuscript, of well planned hopes and dreams,
And boldly wisps away our love; then laughter, turns to screams,
There will never be an encore;  for lost love, there's no ovation,
Silence, in love's music hall, for us, the ones, forsaken...
Zeb©

Mozart, Bach, thee must forgive
what thee ask I can not give
curse the cello, damn the viol
I choose Love's seductive smile

Leave me now forever more
I no longer am thy whore
leave me with yon setting sun
where the stream of life doth run

A new love calls out to me
offers the sweet ecstasy
e're life's pages slip away
I give him my life today

Passion drums with muffled beat
desire builds within the heat
new love come and take my soul
take it now and make me whole

Love, I need thy burning fire
fill my veins, feed my desire
let me taste thy loving breath
I am yours unto the death
Sir Sun©

 Harmony, distant to mine ears.
 Letting expressions disappear.
 Annotations written  of life.
 Emanate into darkened nights.
 Captivated thoughts drift beyond.
 Escaping from the dormant mind.
 Together through time have we shared.
 Desperation of lovers heart.

 Strings and schemes became as time
 Created peace of midnight highs.
 Oh, greatest spirits of the soul
 Through you essence life was shown.
 Unanswered issues now are found.
 Positioned here losing ground.
 This divine passion once foretold.
 Seeks another heart to call its home.

 Revealing emeralds of the skies.
 A painted destiny shouting why.
 Naught that eternal hopes are lost.
 Yet, cost are slowly racing by.
 Lyrical time for some must leave.
 Until a certain lovers' plea.
 Laying aside the headrest strong.
 Somehow the memories have no song.
LoveStar©

Alone in sorrow she stands
Her dreams slipping through her hands
Blown away as pages flutter in the wind
She lost the one with whom she was kin

Not in blood but in heart
Too soon they were forced to part
His chair sits empty, instrument set aside
Head bowed in sadness she cannot hide

Their song left unfinished is carried away
Lost in the memories of yesterday
The sun sets slowly as she says good-bye
To dreams of a future that now must die
Shadow Whysper©

Be quiet my mind
Be still my  heart ...
let my Soul open
to the string less
Sound of Silence
arising on the horizon,
with an invitation
for a waving dance
with Nature,
and with all,
and with me
waving with  Nature
dancing with all
in the Silence
and all turning  One
and I being One
and One being me...

be Silent my Soul!
Dalila©

I give our music to the wind, So you will hear it always...
 Even though we cannot be together for now...
Let our music forever bond us and unite our souls...
Do you remember that night, that you and I were one...
I feel light  headed and almost dizzy from the deep feelings I have for you...
As I feel the warm breeze and smell the sweet flowers in the air...
I hear our music in waves, rush into my soul...
For you were the inspiration, that gave passion to our music...
Take these pages of music on the wings of doves...
It is our souls bonded together, it is our loves...
Life Warrior©

Music was her life her soul
every note moved her and told a story
many lessons had taught her how
to move and grow.
She lived for her music
nothing or no one  mattered.
Then suddenly he came into her life
he spoke her language and the music
oh the music they made together made
even the strongest to weep,
for surely it was from the halls of heaven itself.
they played for each other and passion filled their souls
until just as suddenly as he came he was taken away
with him left her heart ...
she was lost
oh she still knew the notes
but the  passion was gone as was the desire.
it  had just flown away
on the winds of heartbreak and  sorrow
as the sun set so did
the last notes of her song.
Lady Valor©

Melody which once burned within my heart
I can no longer feel nor hear.
The beautiful words... the lingering notes
simply won't come now that you are not near.

Darkness of night descends upon my soul
no more is there a song on my lips.
As if music of life is breathing its last
the bow, lifeless beneath my fingertips.

I call out into the night, but to no avail
the echoes merely drift on the wind.
If only the melody to me would return
perhaps I could begin to understand.

I must gather that with which I am left
pick up my cloak and go on.
Slowly making my way through the cool night mist
as I pray for the return of my song.
blushin©

Spectral composer scatters, a lifetime's worth of sheet music, undone,
arcane symbols disintegrate, within the last rays of sun.
The translucent melody, floats languidly away,
wispy tendrils fade o'er the wind, to mourn the ending day.
Alluring minx glimpsed, seductively caressing her strings,
while the musical notes evaporate, on phantom wings.
A cello stands discarded, an enigma swathed in red,
resting upon the laurels, of its ethereal bed.
Ambrosial tune weeps eleven notes, anguished and long,
enthralling voice pitches to carry, the essence of wind song.
Blown through ancient times, to imbue the twinkling stars,
the melody plays endlessly, captivating lost avatars.
Alone she dreams sadly, of those sheets scattered in the wind,
shimmering she disappears, and the ghostly music begins again.
Darkwind©

to paper    to flight   to you
many are the words
I have put to paper
to these words,
I  have given music.
to this music,
I have given flight.
to this flight
I have given unto myself
unto myself,
I have given sorrow,
from the sorrow
will come joy.
the joy of
putting words to paper
to flight
to you.
MLM©

Dusk taps its baton on the window
The signal for the music to begin
Sunlight flickers down to darkness
A spotlight then glows from within

Instruments beckon to fingers
Heartstrings prepare for the play
Love notes arranged in order
The Symphony now on its way

A Duet that would last for hours
Together the music is made
Side by side the sounds of passion
An Orchestra virtually arrayed

Their music flows like a river
As it twists and bends thru the heart
A Rhythmic beat so subtle
No one knows the end or the start

Then dawn taps on the window
And the love notes fly up with the sun
The seats in the house are empty
Like the music that's left played by one

Alone with the dream of the music
She arises and takes a bow
No standing ovation is given
For her dream has left her now
emmarie©

The day is done and the eve has come.
  the gentle breezes blowing o'er the landscape
  carrying with it the subtle hint of pine trees
  from the distant mountains...
  It is peaceful here... this self imposed solitude...
  and as the sound rises up in a futile gesture...
   a last gesture of brilliance before the twilight is upon it,
  I play...
  My song is one of heartbreak, and of longing
  A song of my soul,
  a song of myself.
  I play...
  I play to the mountains, and the stream...
  I play to the sky, and the moon...
  I play to my soul...
   giving it a voice...
    to cry.
crple©

Verily, we look but do we see,
Is it dusk or dawn in our dreams,
What course we chose to be free,
Is life as confusing as it seems?

Choice of melody daily drift by,
Moments floating past with time,
Foolish perhaps to reason why,
Should logic and emotion rhyme?

For which grail held high above,
What accolade at what price to pay,
Illusion of hope in vain of love,
Yet, here we wait night and day.

Alas repose in this chair of life,
Accept the fates' path to harmony.
Free our hearts of pain and strife,
Let us languish in refrain of destiny.
S. L. Keck©

She plays for me in a wicked space
She plays for me cause I envy her taste

I'll stop her one time to steal a dance.
I'll let her play again cause I love the chance.

It numbs me to see how she plays so good.
I am falling in love with someone who understood.

I'll tell her today how I really feel.
Castings my blues among other things should be revealed.
Cluewall©

Strings of sinew strung on a craftsman's sweat and tears
Meant to capture the inspirations of youths liberated fears
But proves to be more akin to confinement of a prison cell
For the many hours of practice it demands, thus a living hell

Strings drawn taut to reverberate in appropriate pitch and key
In hopes of creating emotional sounds that sets the soul free
Woven together so as to net and capture the remotest of notes
So that every sound is heard in the full richness that it promotes

Strings that are placed in the hands of student and master both
To give life and meaning to each forming a bond and mystical oath
They gladly donate the time and dedication to master the skill
To make their instrument speak freely all the emotions they feel

Strings that sing in glorious rapture the bounty of the hearts content
Or cry out in the misery and despair a broken heart has spent
Music made to touch the soul comes to us dancing on the wind
Be it an enemy or is it our one and only life long friend
Bear1Mage
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