by A_F_R_O_W


My violin-head rests gently upon your shoulder.

In the hushed auditorium of my life,

you hear the natter of my overwhelmed heart with glistening loyalty.

Your virtuoso patience is my mentor.

My Stravinsky discord does not incite ‘do not disturb’ time signatures.

In my Vivaldi seasons, you are studied intensity.

Although I repeat phrases,

you make sympathetic movements to encourage.

My truest ally,

the repertoire of your support is pivotal,

the timbre of advice, immense.

I enter your presence with first-night nerves

and leave life’s doubt-fuelled counterpoints,

with a new-found,

harmonic sense of occasion.

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