Repeated strains
Lead gently beyond
Where I once was
In silence
The upper strings
Are sad triplets
Like an old blanket
Stained in tears
Left wet to linger
As if my own voice
Over the wrath of silence
Vast as a sandy beach
In winter
A violin solo
Capricious as a name I kept
Without fanfare, in quiet lament
Turns a child to a corpse
And compassion into wisdom
… Allegro, ma non troppo
April 24, 2017
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2017
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