Violin

Where's the soul, where's the young spirit?

Source of inspiration the sweet sounds of your strings...

Strenght from each strike to your body,

sweetness and sadness all in one.

Breathe its scent of passion and cool refrain.

Mighty force that moves souls to its rhythm

inspired and completely possessed by the strenght of its existence,

then as soft and tender as a rose petal cherishing the skin

amaze with your ability to morph.

How can you be so passionate in a moment

and so cold in others?

Hearing your desperation for moments keeps my mind away

from anything else but you...

Loneliness and stubborness from what you left

to what you want to go back to.

Proud of your existence

give comfort to the troubled soul,

wander in the cool of the night

bringing warmth and happiness to anyone who hears you...

Then bring serenity too, and peace and quiet

to enjoy life completely, intensely.

Run, run high and reach me,

then roll back down hill with me

hug me in an embrace no one could ever break

and fill me, fill me all,

all at once... violin of mine!