The Virtuoso by Rick Stephen

violinistThe Virtuoso

She plays me
gently, tenderly,
yet masterfully
as one would
a priceless violin
her fingers,
soft and supple,
caress fragile heartstrings
and her bow
with perfect touch
and time
miraculously make
a magnificent melody
in spite
of broken strings left
by the less gifted
or less caring before her
playing me as I am
yet finding the notes,
in sequences
and combinations,
that bring forth music
in the timbre of my soul

Category: By the Poetic Fool, Life, Relationships, Romance | Tags: , , , , , , , | 2 comments

  • Sannel says:

    Rick, this is a most beautiful poem, much touched by it. You are an excellent poet and it’s always a pleasure to read your wonderful work…keep it up!

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    poeticfool Reply:

    Thank you for the very kind comments, Sannel. I appreciate your constant support and encouraging words. It’s a big help during those times when I can’t seem to write or feel like giving it up. So, thanks again my friend!

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