A symphony of strings

In the quiet of the evening’s embrace,
A solitary figure takes her place.
In her hands, a violin rests,
Ready for the night’s musical quests.

With a bow, she begins her dance,
Strings vibrating in a trance.
Notes rise and fall in a cadence,
A melody born of silence.

Each stroke, a whisper of the soul,
A symphony that makes her whole.
The violin sings under her control,
In this concert, she plays the leading role.

High notes that soar like a lark,
Low ones that echo in the dark.
The music, a journey she embarks,
Her violin, the vessel for her art.

In the resonance of the strings,
She finds her joy, her heart sings.
Through each note that rings,
A story of passion she brings.

As the final note gently dies,
In the silence, emotion lies.
The violinist, with satisfied sighs,
Knows in her music, true beauty lies.

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Katarzyna Dovganyuk-Krym

An aspiring poet with a passion for self-expression, I am somewhat Belarusian and wholly Polish. I enjoy spending my time writing and drawing, and other creative endeavors. Despite daily struggles with non-24, ME/CFS, and SPCD, I persevere in pursuing my interests and goals.

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