AUTUMN'S AUTOGRAPH: The Violinist

September 28, 2016

 THE VIOLINIST

 

Her Tears match the cords on her violin, 
She plays through her pain, 
and ties to maintain 
composure 

But She Cant 
As if anyone could if they knew her pain 
How having no father almost drove her insane 
A mother who blames her for things unknown 
A lover who only wants to leave her alone 
but she wont let him 

She is afraid 
to be like her mother 
the same woman who gave her a brother 
only to send him away 
and leave her to wonder 
why she was never good enough 

and the violin cries 
With music notes as tears 
She tries to convey 
her passionate fears 
of a future she is scared to embrace 

She plays on 
praying for a breakthrough 
through broken prayers 
She is playing so hard 
She has shaken out her hair 
but the audience doesnt feel her 

She can longer hold back 
the notes she had started to play 
seemed to somehow have lost their place 
She was completely on another page 
Now she is playing from her heart 

The rest of the band is completely lost 
She is now fallen down to her knees 
playing her way through a much need release 
a soundtrack that would take her to freedom 

Free from it all 
From mamma lies 
Free from the guilt filled eyes 
now she can see who she really is 

In her final number 
She is playing for her life 
Playing for that final chance 
to be that lover, that friend, that wife 
that woman who looks back at her from the mirror 

She can See the strings begin to tear 
She is now floating, playing without a beat 
She stops to breathe 
And the auidence jumps to their feet 
A standing ovation 
She is finally free 

Freed through her music. 
 

 

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