A Single Violin…

A bronze box dressed in a garland of

magnolias, gloved hands, no longer

moving with grace, pale is the cold

emaciated face, no longer slim, showing

deep folds, no one can see the beauty of

her soul.  Profiled by a stain-glassed pane,

the only people there were those who would


Once flesh and blood that charmed the most

handsome of men with her rosy cheeks finally

became old, feeble and weak.  Relatives sat

troubled with bitter sneers, and unread “Will”

drove them to fear, her last thoughts about

them unclear.

Sitting in the front pew her withered old lover

was on everyone’s mind, to her his heart he gave,

stood by her side ever so brave.  It was he that

watched the skeleton form, no longer omitting a

beautiful scent; it was he that watched in horror

as her beauty went.

When death appeared at the door, tears he finally

wept, yet the old lover did not sway in the constant

vigil he kept.  He lit a candle for hope, his violin

soft and clear filled her room; he fought imminent


Once irresistible lovers lying face to face, he did

wonder if she were paying for their lifetime of sins.

One last time she opened her fathomless eyes, her

smile gripped his soul, he could not live without

her, he too would die and their story would never

be told.

The relatives that watched as he leaned forward

seemingly in prayer, their hearts filled with fault

and foolishness they did not care.  Sate-less was

their greed, serpents that had waited for this long

awaited death, missed the joining of two lover’s

souls when the flame of life left his heart.

He and his Lady would walk together in eternity, the

lovers who were destined to be together from the very

start.  Proud lovers that lay side by side, and danced to

the sound of a single violin, together again…husband,

wife, lovers and friends.




5 thoughts on “A Single Violin…

  1. A magnificent narrative poem with excellent use of lyrics and phrasing. The voice and tone add to the funereal and tenebrous atmosphere. Great work Ann – well done.


  2. This is an incredible piece of writing, Ann,so full of emotion, passion and melancholy. I love the way that you have captured the impermenance of life. Your writing here reminded me a lot of ‘stream of consciousness’ writing. Fabulous!


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