Poem
She picks up the violin
Reverentially
Feels the strings, gently
Hums to herself softly
Closes her eyes in prayer
She sees no one
Her and the violin
Alone in the whole wide world
And just like that
The violin bursts into life
With music from a different world
The notes carry you away upon them
To her world
Where there is no light, no sight
Nothing except the warm cocoon of her ethereal music
Anu Anniah Writes 