Where Music Breathes



Shadows cast by evening’s gentle grace,

Her bow ignites the quiet, sacred space.

A coconut shell violin , a voice so raw and true,

Unfolds the stories only hearts can knew.


The streets dissolve beneath her tender tune,

A melody that flickers like the moon.

Each note a whisper from a bygone day,

A pulse that guides my soul along its way.


Not merely sound, but memories alive,

In every string, the past and present strive.

Her fingers weave a silent, sacred thread,

Connecting lives with words the ears have shed.


The warmth of music, like a soft embrace,

Wraps tightly round, then gently leaves a trace.

A sacred breath that stirs the deepest part,

A living song that captures every heart.


In her eyes, the stories softly gleam,

Of countless hours in the sun’s warm beam.

The street’s a stage where dreams and truths align,

Where fleeting sounds through time and space entwine.


I lean in close, no words need to be spoken,

In silence, all the unspoken tokens.

The music’s hush, a tender, sacred space,

A quiet love no time can quite erase.


A coin is given, a small act of grace,

Yet in that gift, a universe takes place.

My spirit lifts, my burdens fall away,

The melody within me will stay.


As dusk descends and melodies decline,

A deeper song remains, a sacred sign.

Two souls in harmony, unseen, unfurled,

Where music lives and breathes within the world.


And as I walk beyond her brief refrain,

Her song persists within my heart’s domain.

A coconut shell violin, a fleeting friend’s sweet sound,

In every breath, her music’s echo found.

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