A change from the usual. Trying to be Creative... nope not the influence of the V-day. This was due for a while since a chat with my sister got me writing the first paragraph...
My Friend
I went with the beats and the harmony of nature,
Trying to bestow their play on my soothing friend.
Whose head lay in my arms, the body rested against me,
Singing her melody, which was much more than just an errand.
I played the play on the strings that flowed in concert from her head,
My fingers caressing through them, dancing their rhythm.
As she intoned the tones that I craved to hear,
Her divinity collared my collar, chinning my chin as a pelham.
The music that reverberated was not so facile,
To the untrained perception that might've been quotidian,
But to those that possessed the knowledge and understanding,
The feeling that it moulded in the depth was incontrovertibly tempean.
No words were uttered and although in fragments it seemed a mayhem,
Yet its entirety, brought forth calmness that made it all so serene.
It palpated my deepest thoughts and feelings beyond my own understanding,
But somehow I felt I'd been craving for them, yet I never before had been so keen.
My stunned gaze was awestruck at her, while she rested as if quiescent,
And yet just under her breath, she spoke in a matter than none ever could.
A contrivance she was of the heavens, a deviance from any ordinary,
From her crown to her base she was more to me than anything ever would.
Time lingered and seemed not to progress forth, whilst lost I was
In the transcendent beauty of hers that had all attention as she posed,
I would do anything to stupefy those moments that were,
The memory so precious, that it'd stay abreast with my soul, forever I hoped.
And then it happened, once again, in my arms fragile as the same before.
She craved to be pampered, so I did, which brought forth her beauty within.
I played on her strings along her tenement, reliving my old memories.
Humming along with my dancing finger, she was the true friend - my beloved violin.
