Sense

Gliding in light, end to end

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