The Violinist...

Angel in pink,

I met a violinist.

With every strike of her bow, with every note that emanates from her instrument, I was entranced with every song that she plays. The sonic harmony has no compare. When I thought that music was my game, i think again. Then I thought of you. And the songs that we could possibly play. If we wanted to.

I may just be a voice. But you are the music.

Devil in blue