The damsel with the 🎻
She held the violin atop her shoulders,
Her brown eyes fixed intently on the strings.
Her fingers danced upon the strings slowly,
Her black, twisted hair covering half her face.

I sat among the congregation, silent and still,
Transfixed by every note that filled the air.
I watched her, mesmerized by the way
She carefully danced her fingers on the strings,
The way she threw her...