MAN COULD SHE PLAY HIS VIOLIN
Two or three summers agoI happonde to be in town
The day was hot
Nothing special happening
People going about their day
I saw a man torturing a violin
Such instrument needs love
Tender loving care
And oh yes passion
The man was just going through motions
The violin sounded as if it were a suffering
I spotted this woman pushing a buggy with her baby inside
She smiled , went up to the man , with a smile so bright
Took the violin from his unresisting hands
And played oh how she played that violin
The violin sang and danced how that violin sang
The violin were freed to play the sweetest music , melody's
That charmed the souls of us all who listened many gathered
She twirled and twisted , strutted`, danced , as she plaid the violin
All around stopped amazed at the way she performed with the violin
British /Afro/Caribbean putting on the stile
The perfect ethnic cocktail
I saw a man take of his baseball cap took the cap aloud the spontaneous
Audience gathered appreciatively listening smiling
A star aye she was that
Aye so much talent in this or any town
Then with a smile she returned the violin to the violins tormenter
Who was in a state of shock
He took the violin back put it away and left the street
She went back to being a mum a face in the town once more
Ken D Williams The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2012-04-23 at 14:44
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