My Symphonic Poem

Let me play

an erotic euphoria

masterpiece

with my old wooden violin

the finest extension

of me

I will be your lead

play for you

I will instruct you

how carefully

my delicate hands

glide rhythmically

across each string

Please come with me

to my heated orchestra

I will compose a sonata

a beautiful love song

I will capture poetry

in my symphonic choir

where my fingers hold the strings

of the violet flowers

etched on the old wood frame

violin tapestry

the extension of me