As the violin surrounds me

comforts me and embraces me

hot tears flow from my eyes

and down my smooth, frail cheek.

I’m not sure why I cry,

I just know the tears are flowing

as the violin plays the notes of my heart-

oh, how it mirrors my soul.

Ah, violinist, play a mournful song for me

that expresses the turmoil inside.

Bow the thunderstorm on the darkness

--the winds raging at my shutters

for you are my one and only refuge.

Let me curl up on your lap

in a small, insignificant, heap

and let the sound of your strings surround me,

such as the gentle arms of a lover would.

Shelter me from the rain, lone musician,

and bow a lost soul’s song.

For you are my only solace

on what is sure to be the most hellish of nights.