Poem Submission Stephen Sinicrope

[Pamela Sinicrope]

I Play Violin…

Stephen Sinicrope

 

Because it’s not ‘all about that bass;’ what separates

mankind from the rest is that we use tools, like a bow

 

on strings that can drown out any sorrow

without shooting anything.

 

Because sound adds color to life, sensing

bodies, helping us to listen more, speak

 

less.  Because my soul sails the strings, magically

melding a body to the music, mirroring

 

my thoughts as I play, omnisciently

aware.  Because communication

 

is easier in waves.  Because an orchestra

needs their leaders in song.  Because

 

trees gave their flesh for these natural vibrations, ringing

to the heart.  Because music speaks a language

 

universal, known to all, holding

You in a hypnotic embrace.

 

Because it bleeds

with your tears.