The violinist

In my abandoned state
I felt loved in the depths of lockdown
No place to go, just alone, no touch to feel
Just an atmosphere of a beautiful harmony to feel

The rhythms of the melody could be heard at a distance
With its tuneful touch flowing in my veins like in menace
The ambiance was just a real sanctuary in some very weird times
That could make me sense safety in fragmented interval

Just myself I could feel like he is playing right in my soul
Embracing my pillow prospects me as the violin he's playing
Strongly desiring he plays my heart just like his violin
In a tender, nourishing and logical fashion

The sound of the violin could make me feel jealous
I wish he could just hold me like his violin
To gently place his arm on my neck with love
And make me unleash my sweet lyrical love

The reverberation of your violin has taken my soul
And I am ready to be your violin you can play every minute
As I can‟t take you off my mind every time your violin resonate
Truly your play alone is the strength that pulls your strings to me