Ravyn

Violinist

A whisper of sound, soft and trembling
Rises from beneath your fingers.
I hear it grow,
A call, a cry, a yell.
The voice of a soul in torment, begging for release.

To scream so loudly without saying anything,
the talent of the very devil.
An angel, trapped in hell
Looking always towards the
Golden light of heaven.

The violinist, trapped within his music
Lost within a world of notes
Rising, falling, ever moving.
A song never ending until
Life ends.