SilverXball

The Power of Passion

this man

so poor in life

so rich in soul

the music

the cord

sat in a puddle

his foot tapped

small splashes

every beat

but his smile

his aura

he loved it

what he was doing

his fingers moved

faster

the violin

electric

extending to the speaker

he was using

as a device from the rain

his teeth

whiter than snow

as he smiled

immersing himself

so deep

into the notes

moving from him to me

to us

and I could but dream

to fall so hard in love

to smile 

they way he did

as his eyes 

flicker

as his bow moved

up and down

this man was a gift

for what he was

was engraved into my mind

passionate

so passionate

and so happy

with what he had

right then

 



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