Callused Fingers
Callused fingers press vibrating strings;
drawing passion from a violin.
With the burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.
Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love's betrayal;
music stirs the imagination.
His bow hangs like a lingering kiss;
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then, with tears trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.
Experiencing pangs of rapture;
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart;
igniting fiery flames of passion.
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