mry writes

*a poem*

String your violin with my heartstrings, and play the world a tune.

Stroke a song of love, of longing, of deep sadness, of soaring joy.

Fill the world with vibrations shimmering in the night air, sounding from the soaring heights of the mountain to the soft stillness of the valley.

Calm the hearts of lonely lovers and laughing friends; excite laughing lovers and lonely friends.

Echo my heartstrings across the land, and let them live on the wind.