'Violin' Poem by Kevin Wang

with clouds passing by for a gleam of sunshine
with makers of the forests
fairies, themselves dancing in the rain
as this special one strings into beautiful lines

living the music out to last
as the tornado comes to a stop
the chaotic everlasting war coming to sound off
the strings itself so magical so known to the world
that it brings peace to those to hears the beauty

the grace lightly upon the strings
the quickness to dance to the Celtics
the words upon light to see for the answer for this war
life beyond death is the music in the soul

living beyond
living here and there
turning music into kindred souls
as Death reaps only the misery away
cuz with the guardian still at root
the death will take part only at bay

drawing imaginary pictures in the sky
painting the openness of the meadow
and taking the chi to the love of the river flow
because as the bow strings to the music
it takes us far into the very needle in the haystack

drawing bits of water out of a deep hole
drawing hope from long ago
bringing peace into one once more
as we all paint a utopia with one of the special kinds
this instrument this resembled soul
is the one who fights yet draws to know
the riddle to solve
the question to know
as others tear the dreams away
we still have the violin by our side
and the bow still asks for more