I rest the mahogany instrument on my chin,
Ready my bow to play my violin,

A sound so soft, melodious and smooth,
Aching hearts it will be able to soothe,

Slowly my boredom I manage to kill,
But I keep playing to fill the atmosphere so still,

Slowly I start to hum along,
Telling myself, “oh, what a beautiful song,”

Escaping to a world I solely own,
On my violin will the spotlights have shone,

Louder my melody I manage to play,
Dragging me deeper into my land far away,

My bow moves along the strings and I manage a smile,
chuckling softly, “it’s been a while,”

So absorbed, I slowly start to sway,
The music flowing as I play,

Whenever I play I feel so absorbed, so taken,
a new passion I realized has awakened,

I realize the music managed to excite me,
Of my past worries, I am free

I know it sounds cliff-hanger-ish but I really am unsure on how to end it off. I seriously think that I have an obsession with violins (no, not because of La Corda D'Oro if any of you are wondering). Still, I like this poem a lot. Another thing, does anyone know what a violin is made of (as in, what type of wood) as it would make my poem a bit more authentic (did I use the right word?). If you do, please comment at the shoutmix. I would appreciate it greatly.

::iRAYUMi::

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