Violinist Playing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Violinist Playing



Downtown Glendale, sitting in front of a musician, my friend's
son, playing the violin so beautifully in tune, touching my
heart with memories from the past.

Bringing up those happy feelings of when I was a child, such
a perfect blend of rhythm and tones taking me away into yes-
terday all over again.

Striking, tantalizing and wonderful, he's playing from his
heart and soul, acknowledging the fact that his Dad can hear
him play even though they're on their way home.

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