September 26, 2011

The Violin I Keep Hearing

Blue Violin, by Marc Chagall

Strange violin, are you following me?
In how many far-off cities
has your lonely night spoken to mine?
Are hundreds playing you, or only one?

Are there, in all the great cities,
those who, without you,
would be lost in the rivers?
And why am I ever the one to hear you?

Why am I always the neighbor
to those troubled ones who force you to sing?
And to say life is harder
than the hardest of things?

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1 comment:

  1. So, without the song, they would be lost in the rivers. Just playing the message that "life is harder / than the hardest of things" is what is needed. And he must hear it, and listen, because he understands?


"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."

~ Rainer Maria Rilke

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