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Strings and Soul

April 26, 2013
By hobo12321 PLATINUM, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
hobo12321 PLATINUM, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
none, there's too many, although the one about the grapefruit is good. Any by Douglas Adams

“Her face was tilted to one side and she followed the notes with soulful and probing eyes.” Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
I waited one hundred years
And fifty more, for that girl.
In the basement, where the damp seeped into
My strings, and my soul.
I felt lost, broken, unusable.
Little talks were had, over what to do.
Could I sing again?
It was told that her great grandfather was the one who had played me first.
But what do those words mean
To a violin?
I was taken out of the case, and prodded and tweaked and fiddled with
The case was deemed unworthy
Good riddance, he stank (of mold and rust).
I was taken away from that prison
A long flight in a handbag, they would fix me
A new life, she would give me.
I now play new songs, happy songs to make her laugh
Sad songs, when she needs to have a heavy heart.
I watch her face as she follows the notes with soulful and probing eyes.

The author's comments:
This is a poem about my Great Grandfather's violin which was just restored so that I could play it. However, the quote from Franz Kafka's The Metamorphosis was included in a class assignment and helped inspire the piece.

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