A Boy and His Violin
The sun had failed to shine
as I had stopped to find
your music was so loud and clear
meant for someone you hold dear.
Your hands made a motion
much like waves on the ocean.
A snowy day, it was unfair
snowflakes nestled in your hair.
The cloudy sky, it seemed so dim.
As you sat atop the fountains rim.
Vibrating strings
told stories of such things
of heart breaking lies.
Hoping it was just a disguise.
You are a boy with a violin,
much more than I could have ever been.
You squint your eyes in hate
and the rich sound makes my heart ache.
I knew that what we once shared
could never be repaired.
Once the damage has been done
there was no time left to run.
You see,
for your violin loved you,
and I knew that it was true
And you loved your violin.
In love like we once had been.
Because you are a boy with a violin
and I know that I could never win.
You show your emotions
through the motions
of your hand.
I look into your eyes.
And with no replies.
I leave you atop the fountains rim.
The sky so dark and dim.
My heart so lost and grim.
