My Violin
By Isabel
Published 29 September 2011
A mournful mood
creeps through my body
and I'm lost in thought.
I've flown far away.
My eyes full of tears.
Swaying to the melody
my fingers dance lightly on the strings
as my bow glides over the bridge.
Tap go my feet
as music flows through my veins.
Until it slows and stops.
And I bow.