The passion of the violin stretches

into a rising sound when applied with

an exactness and faith, encouraging the

verses among the notes, a clever idea of

grace filled twice.

The air salutes with respect the song,

wishing it could play through the branches

with such ease; even thunder boasts over


The cherry orchard welcomes the taste

of music as life encircles the stars, reaching

far into the unknown with a glistening red.

Here above, there is no rain.  Clear skies to

the highest of blue, touching somewhere

in the beyond, to the black lining of space.


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