Counterpoint
I hesitate, listen-my curiosity piqued
by those strange strains of melody
Unbarring doors, the music sneaked
into my heart, neither friend, nor enemy.
I stood, trembling, as the song softly departed-
Nostalgic, I grasped a violin and let my being flow.
Steadfastly I peered into the dark, unguarded-
Until I heard the deep strains of a beautiful cello.
Desperate to please, afraid to disappoint,
We soared, tones clear and resonating.
After a while, I queried,
“What is a violin's piece without it's counterpoint?”
Came the answer,
“A soul's sigh, lonely and tarried.”
by those strange strains of melody
Unbarring doors, the music sneaked
into my heart, neither friend, nor enemy.
I stood, trembling, as the song softly departed-
Nostalgic, I grasped a violin and let my being flow.
Steadfastly I peered into the dark, unguarded-
Until I heard the deep strains of a beautiful cello.
Desperate to please, afraid to disappoint,
We soared, tones clear and resonating.
After a while, I queried,
“What is a violin's piece without it's counterpoint?”
Came the answer,
“A soul's sigh, lonely and tarried.”