Callused Fingers

🎻 Callused fingers press vibrating strings,
drawing passion from a violin.
And with burnished wood snug to his cheek,
the violinist plays from his heart.

🎻 Subtle vibes saturate my being
as crying strings elicit feelings.
And expounding on love's betrayal,
music stirs the imagination.

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🎻 His bow hangs like a lingering kiss,
savoring the taste of ecstasy.
And then, with tears trickling down his cheek,
he unleashes unbridled fervor.

🎻 Experiencing pangs of rapture,
sound slips the bounds of reality.
And every note penetrates my heart,
igniting fiery flames of passion.

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