written by: Verity
You are the perfect of all and most envied
A blessing to my greed.
The world, secured in your strings
As I orchestrate your beauty.
Your voice was mighty.
You laid there around my chin
My arms, along with your fingers.
I wallowed on your strengths
Passion, enough to bleed at lengths.
Now, rage and regret gush in a mere passage.
For, I can no longer speak the language.
Stripped to a Virtuoso of the Past
We lay there amassed.
I look at my Stradivarius, my steadfast
Can I have one last?
Tears flow into my numb hands of arthritis.
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