Let The Music Play On Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Let The Music Play On



I sit here holding the violin.
Grandpa that you gave me.
Dreaming of the sweet music it plays.
I miss the sounds you made with it.
Songs you filled my ear with.
Today I hold this violin ready to make some sounds.
I try my best to play like you once did.
As I step on to the stage, I hear someone say let the music play on.
I did just that making it sound like your's.
So my dream of you being here came true in your violin.
I let the music play on as if you were here to hear it sing.
Now me and my violin Lets the music play on day by day.

Saturday, December 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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