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Picture a Hungarian village, and the sounds of violin playing filtering out at night. The same happens night after night. The listeners listen in rapt attention, but no one sees the mysterious violinist.

The Unseen Violinist

Lawrence_original_3-1by Lawrence Estrey18 Jan 2019

The unseen violinist plays late at night;

Long drawn out tones that tremble with emotion;

A haunting Czardas set in harmonic minor;

Flattened Sixths that speak of other worlds;

Of longing and beauty and despair.

The tempo quickens, the mood switches.

The violinist’s bow dances across the strings,

Like a wagon speeding across a country path,

The sounds of the wheels echoing as the night sky watches.

The violinist plays with ease.

A lively dance.