Assistance of the Loving

She sweeps back her black,
Shimmering veil of hair.
With her slender, pale fingers.

The black aged violin,
cradled gently with purpose- under her chin.
grasping her bow she
unleashed a frenzy of notes.

They jumped into the air.
Reaching out with their numb black fingers
to grasp the listening minds of the audience.

Hypnotized; the listeners gazed back at the girl,
with blank eyes.
The notes faded into whispers,
when she began to play a slow sweet tune.

The wave delicately kissed the audience.
Snuggling in their ears and whispered lovingly.
With smiles, the audience listened closely.

A School of teasing notes taunted those of delicacy
and in a mixture of chaos they leaped here and there

With sudden rage a second violinist
Shuddered with pleasure at the empowerment of his
teasing legion of notes that suppressed,
her sweet lyrical life to oblivion.

He played with such anger and rage that it seemed,
she could not comfort him.
Until he opened his eyes and found her.
A short second- he stopped.

In this fractionated interval She sang back with her notes
and pleaded that he listened. To her and to himself.
Those eyes with such rage closed and once again....
he blinded himself and played.

Played a haunting, hurtful mourn. That spoke of loss and pain.
Sweeping herself she answered with hope, with love.
But still he kept his eyes closed and filled his mind and his music
with what he felt, what he thought.

All the while- the audience sat. Disliking the music,
the melancholy of the music.
Enjoying the beauty of this woman trying to help this wounded man.
Yet...unsatisfied that the man was so defiant.
With tears in their eyes they watched carefully...

As she played back with just as much anger, rage and messy hate.
stopping him in his tracks he opened his eyes for the second time.
She came in front of him and made him listen to her,
frustration, pity, anger, helpless.

but then she laid down her bow and gently touched his shoulder.
A tear rolled down his face,
A tear rolled down hers and the even the audience was moved.
so she regained her bow nodded at him and together they played.
together they sang out with their hearts and letting the notes
carry their rejoice to the ears and minds of their listeners.

These notes rang in the air even after their departure
stayed in the minds of the audience even after they left
and stayed in the hearts of the two who made it all.