Conversations with a violin

Strings speak to me 

as no other does,

but not with words,

not in a world that is ridden

with so many words.

When I was young

it was



but now

'let's go chat for a bit'

me and my violin. 

I can tell it everything I need to say

with the stroke of a bow.

I can whisper to it 

my slightest grievances 

with the longing pluck 

of a callused fingertip.

The walls hear our conversations,

the door, 

the lamp, 

the rug,

but they keep 


and let us share our lives with each other,

even if it sometimes 

sounds ugly.  

Scarry Night


16 years old

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