Winter Concert

Standing there under warm lights,

Violin raised and bow drawn,

I found you in that sea of faces

At sweet, innocent, fifteen.

I’d never seen you through that lens

And perhaps never will again-

A thrill not equalled on that stage-

Proud moment standing still.

As I played, you did not know

The ballad became my theme-

“I’d die for you”, the test;

The music still reprises.

Long gone, but not forgotten-

It hurt because I loved;

Too close to your warmth, I fell-

Wings fairly crumpled.

Although you said goodbye,

I know I’ll see your face again-

(I hope the one I played for,

Not the fool you became!)

A brother you’ll be, at best,

Still I’ll save a spot for you

When I take the stage last time,

May my song not be in vain!

©️ M.R.P. 12.2.20

Published by mezruth

I enjoy personal writing (poetry and prose), editing and reading. I want to share my writing with a new audience, dusting off some of my older poems as well as writing new material. The aim is to encourage and inspire!

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