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 violinistís 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.
Written by Lozzamus
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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