"Playing the violin is like having a second set of vocal cords whose voice doesn't crack in the middle of something important." –me 3/7/13

My second set of vocal cords

A declaration of love

A lament of loss

A joyful dance in three.

A boundless anger

Hate, denial

The cost of being free.

Finally a voice that can hold steady while you cry.

Finally a sound that doesn't crack in mid goodb-

Lively parties,

Silent nights

War cries of freedom and rights.

The taste of tears

And open doors.

Soft spoken words,

The first, the last

From my second set of vocal cords.