Vibrating Strings

Callused fingers stroke vibrating strings,
drawing sighs from an old violin.
With burnished wood held snug to his chin,
the violinist plays from his heart.

Subtle vibes penetrate my being,
as each note elicits emotion.
Expounding on love and betrayal,
they inflame the imagination.

The bow hangs like a lingering kiss,
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And with a tear trickling down his cheek,
unleashes the musician's passion.

I'm intoxicated with rapture,
as heightened feelings encompass me.
And my sprit dances upon the wind,
slipping the bonds of reality.