Violin

 I glanced longingly at a violin today
I took in it's shape, form and it's beauty-
Immediately, I was reminded of you.
The feminine curve of the thing,
not unlike that of your hips.




 It's neck; slender & graceful-
I wanted to touch it,
that it is
immeasurably,
inexorably
linked to you.




 Though the thought struck me
as I stood; bow in hand
that I, (musically talentless)
had no use for the thing
as it's you who makes it sing,
who makes it weep,
who makes it come to life.



 I just write about it and wonder;
would I ever have played at all?