2003, MARCH

Violon Rouge

Violon Rouge

A red violin

left on a chair near the window

looking out at the rose garden

used to make beautiful sounds

Sound of raindrops

sound of wind

sound of ecstasy

A red violin left alone on a chair the one who used to play it

gone for a long trip

Missing the hands dancing on its strings

the red violin

looking out of the window

watching the workd going by

trying to remember

the fading melodies played on it

Cloud-River

March 2003

Montreal