Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Poem #373

I'm sick today :( waah :'(

The Sweetest Sound
The sweetest sound I've ever hear,
Sounds like a cat purring,
Yet also sounds like a whistle screaming.
I've heard it played in a large group,
In a small group.
And just played solo.
Then I began to play it.
My fingers bounce across the strings.
The bow in my hand, rubbing, playing beautiful music,
Having fun, sliding my fingers up and down the strings as I play.
My fingers look like little ballerinas, dancing on stage.
This is my moment to play,
My moment to shine,
And then, just like that, it's all over.

1 comment:

  1. Well descriptive poem Ari, it as always was a wonderful read,

    Yvonne.

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