Moment in Time
Nimble fingers fly up and down
Matching every changing sound.
Pausing every now and then
like lightening off again.
Rosin glistens in the stages light
As off the bow hair it flies.
Bow and fingers move in unison
Player and music become one.
Melodies float engulfing the space
Eyes close, ears open listeners embrace.
Emotions well, smiles of joy appear
Hearts are filled, happiness comes through tears.
The listeners souls become intertwined
If only for a brief moment in time.
CMW 10/17/16