Haunting Violin

Sing to me your songs of life,
little violin.
Tell me of your loved ones
that you’ll never see again.
Such a haunting beauty
holds the notes of which you play,
as if you’ve never seen the light;
only darkened days
You cry out in your sadness,
and it chills me to the bone.
Such a wretched thing you are,
helpless and alone.
Cursed to spend out your days alive
while they are dead.
Forced to trade in a life of joy
for a life of dread
and my tears come sharp and fast,
and spill on to the floor.
Please! Put those songs away!
I don’t want to hear them anymore!
And gently you end your song,
and I stand to take my leave.
As get beyond that door,
welcomed silence I do receive.

Now, it has been many years
since to that song I listened.
But I will never forget that haunted melody
...or that sad little violin.