Song Bird

Singing ever so sweetly
a light in the shadow,
you let the sound flow
almost glide
across the stings,
never stopping until blood is shed.

The bow slides across the strings
gliding like a knife through butter,
countless calories of sound
turn into a melody
and enhance life all around.

Like a violin on perfect key
these words leave your mouth.
How can something so beautiful
sound from someone so simple?
You are a legacy,
not only this,
you are my song bird.