A violin plays in an empty field

A whispering sound takes flight

Slow to rise

Into the night

Gaining strength to be more than noise

D minor

Blooms

On the forgotten notes of summer

The treble

Has found a place to belong

In a field that leads no where

A violin fills the air

With sounds

Of lovers gone

And promises lost in time

A meadow

Holds the sound of weeping

Music full of sorrow

And of love