#poemsofintangiblesense

An instrument cast aside because of its intimidating size. Though not as graceful and quite large for such a scale an instrument almost forgotten plays.

A mellow, gentle glide of its bow causes a ripple of sound to reach the back of the music hall. Its reverberations soar and echo like a little blue bird in the spring.

Sakura petals blew in the wind on that April day

Dull blue eyes as monochrome as the black and white

keys on the piano, the pages upon pages of sheet music.

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Starry night skies lit by firefly lies

Evening beach walks and strolls

Down by the bridge over the canal.

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Reluctant accompaniment and an aching heart

Not knowing what was to come but still

Traced lines only need to be drawn.

Traced and retraced, over and over.

Pretty neat strokes all lined in a row;

how lovely pink, salmon, and scarlet look on your canvas so pale.

Not only lines but pretty designs of diagonals and cross-hatchery work.