First Notes
Standing mute she had a certain air
the tempo changed once I held her
the vibrato warm and expressive
my heartbeat an allegro
admiring the dynamics of her shapely body
I noted she was very high strung
but she played right into my hands.
© Rebecca Sanchez 2016
Written with dVerse~Poets Pub.
Capricious Poet 
lovely!
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Thank you Sharmishtha!
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But I wonder, is it really love for a musical instrument you write of? A violin? Or perhaps a cello?
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It could be either couldn’t it Rosemary? I think a cello would be more like it don’t you?
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my heartbeat an allegro…. wow!! ❤️
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Thank you, I liked that too, Sanaa.
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You didn’t write a poem, you composed a concerto, Bekkie! The musicality of this piece is not lost on me!
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Thank you Walt!
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That rhythm of a sweet falling… Yes we do live for a beginning.
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Beginnings are everything!
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Nicely done.
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Thank you Acadia!
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PreDator eYes
pray a prey of
visual deLiGht..
sonG of heARt
never gained.. never
used.. perhaps lost.. never
ever had at all.. child abuse
social abuse.. social neglect
the reaSons range from A to
Z+innate ways too.. bottom line ..
Predator eYes
pray a prey
of Visual
deliGht..
EmoTioNs
are forever
now.. then..
One night
stands fall
to dArk of Day..:)
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Glad it inspired you!
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Thanks!
So much..:)
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I specially love: my heartbeat an allegro. Those first notes are very sweet, as if everything falls into place.
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Thank you so much Grace!
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