My voice is a broken violin
that is playing out of tune
its discordant chords echo
within the bounds of an empty room.
Often I dreamed I have the power
to put the notes in my command
make the world weep or exalt
with the music from my hands.
Alas! my wish is but a wish
the gift is not to me bestowed
yet even then, when I play
serenity and joy I find.
MY WALL 
Wonderful shots!
Thanks, Nathalie. 🙂
I love yhis Imelda… what exacting words
Thanks.
They are true, honest. My neighbors at one time slammed their windows when I began to play. 🙂
Beautiful, beautiful…
Music to my soul.
Thank you. 🙂
voice, tonality, pitch and tempo plays a big part of expression… love it 🙂 cheers from Ireland
Hi, Swav. Thanks for the comments. Cheers from us in MA, USA. 🙂
Beautiful images and poetry, Imelda.
Thanks, Jane. 🙂
This is a wonderful post Imelda: beautiful photos and moving poem. Congratulations 🙂
Thank you for the kind words, Andrew. 🙂
Beautiful pictures of the violin.
Thanks, Colline. 🙂
You have such a wealth of the use of words, that are so descriptive…. Diane
Thank you for the kind words, Diane. I guess, being my son’s teacher also helps me learn from his composition lessons. 🙂
gorgeous picture! full of poetry
beautiful composition of light and shadow, with the violin punctuating the music sheets.
Debbie
Very beautiful shots! 🙂