A Sonnet I Wrote in November 2005
This is a sonnet for my violin, who is my companion during the hardest times.
Lead me, love, from the hymn of solitude
To the music of departed shadows
As it begins with a humble prelude
Of whistles from the navel of sorrows.
Calm on my chest, you my cheek caresses
As my flowing tears deem you their shelter.
With dead leaves dancing, cold breeze embraces
Our warm bodies in the changing weather.
Must your kind soul hear my soliloquy?
Must you desert me under the full moon
While I let you hum your own tragedy?
But fate has brought us to this mellow tune.
Let heaven weep for our mournful anthem.
Sweetly we perform the lovers’ requiem.
Lead me, love, from the hymn of solitude
To the music of departed shadows
As it begins with a humble prelude
Of whistles from the navel of sorrows.
Calm on my chest, you my cheek caresses
As my flowing tears deem you their shelter.
With dead leaves dancing, cold breeze embraces
Our warm bodies in the changing weather.
Must your kind soul hear my soliloquy?
Must you desert me under the full moon
While I let you hum your own tragedy?
But fate has brought us to this mellow tune.
Let heaven weep for our mournful anthem.
Sweetly we perform the lovers’ requiem.
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