Beautiful teeth of gracefully carved wood gently bite, leaving a little purple bruise on my skin.
A manifold beauty of sight, sound, smell, and softness purrs beneath my hands as horse meets steel.
Ages collide. A ditty from long ago mingles with the curves of ancient wood, the blood of a faraway tree, and the hair of long-gone equine.
On the first day, it is painful. A raw spot. Gradually, it bruises, like the delicate skin of a blushing lover. I look at it from every angle, rubbing it, marveling at the texture.
I have grown to love it, this love bite, this badge of honor I had lost almost a year ago.
My music is beautiful. My violin is beautiful.
Next semester, I will study under a professor at the University, a professor with a soft voice and kind words and beautiful music. Under his guidance, I hope to learn what I never really did and finally become a real musician.
I am back, for real this time. I won't put you down again, you exquisite instrument. I won't let the music stop.
A manifold beauty of sight, sound, smell, and softness purrs beneath my hands as horse meets steel.
Ages collide. A ditty from long ago mingles with the curves of ancient wood, the blood of a faraway tree, and the hair of long-gone equine.
On the first day, it is painful. A raw spot. Gradually, it bruises, like the delicate skin of a blushing lover. I look at it from every angle, rubbing it, marveling at the texture.
I have grown to love it, this love bite, this badge of honor I had lost almost a year ago.
My music is beautiful. My violin is beautiful.
Next semester, I will study under a professor at the University, a professor with a soft voice and kind words and beautiful music. Under his guidance, I hope to learn what I never really did and finally become a real musician.
I am back, for real this time. I won't put you down again, you exquisite instrument. I won't let the music stop.
2 comments:
As usual, all I can say is, "Wow!".
As usual you got there first!
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