The Violinist Poem by Della Perry

Tombstone tunes vibrate the air
Candles glow reveals ivy grow
Sizzling wax melts solid hearts
Lacy frocks sweep across solid stone
Marble shines while flames burn discreetly
Violin curse rings through eternity
No-one listens but the ghosts of rhyme
Backdrop, castle defences,
Towers of rooks sleeping, dull, black, dormant
Eerie sounds slither stealthily
among boughs of bare limbs
Reaching to touch the notes as they float
Sweeping teasingly on eager clinging leaves
Still, Gothic Maiden plays on
Cemetery ghouls listening in gloom
To the echoes of notes in their deathly rooms.