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Vast expanse of wasted stage
Oblivious of those in attend
He swirled and swung in rage
She watched in fright and awe
Discovering emotions raw
Her eyes followed him in capture
Rest of them only listened in rapture
His brilliance easily perceived
String and tune he deftly weaved
Lifting them to bliss ephemeral
And then glimpsing sorrow eternal
Music, the violin and he were one
Deaf she, absorbed all though heard none
with this, the month long voluntary hiatus of the blog ends ... an 8+6 poem on 'request' is here! :P
