The Violinist

The light of the stage come on
She walk onto the stage
In that long, flowing dress
She's looking at her violin
She closes her eyes
We wonder why they're closed
Then we find out
She plays her violin
She knows it
She knows the strings
She knows its base
She knows what the handle feels like
She plays her violin
It's like her best friend
They know each other so well
This you can tell all from looking from the crowd
Just like we were looking from the crowd
We feel the emotion
We feel the music
The music she plays to us
The music she summoned tear with
The music ended
The music summoned a standing ovation
How does she play so well
She opened her eyes
She is blind
How does she play so well
When she can't even see
But we can see
We can see the emotion of a friendship
She can see
She knows exactly what it looks like
She knows what her best friend looks like
Of her and her best friend, the Violin

"Musical" Poem