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The Unseen Violinist
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.
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.
Published 20th Feb 2019
Author's Note
Picture a Hungarian village, and the sounds of violin playing filtering out at night. The same happens night after night. The listeners listen in rapt attention, but no one sees the mysterious violinist.
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Anonymous
- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
20th Feb 2019 8:57pm
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20th Feb 2019 10:08pm
Thanks very much, AEMelia. The poem is my favourite. And yes, the violinist has Romany blood.
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Anonymous
- Edited 11th Dec 2020 6:45pm
27th Feb 2019 3:37pm
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i felt like i was transported to that village and i heard the violin playing.
