A Destination Needs A Dreamer
Gatlin heard the violin every evening on the commute back from work. Wending between warm rushing bodies on the subway, eyes forward, bag clasped protectively at her side, she drank it in at the same time as she didn't slow. It was probably the best part of her day. The shivering strains crescendoed and collapsed, tugging at something in her core. She'd never seen the violinist, but whoever he was, he was clearly a master, clearly professionally trained. The music always seemed to be coming from somewhere further down the track, around a bend, just out of eyeshot. She'd come to think fancifully that it was something only she could hear. She’d come to think of it as her future, calling.
Comments (6)
Hi Cc - Such lovely rhyming-rhythm ~ Thank you so much for your kind words left for me on the VSS site: I'm back with a Short in 'Humor'...but, I leave the Poems to you; you're a Master at it...! j.k.in.l.a.
I like the optimistic ending of this, leading to that end "Bright". From darkness to light. And a rhyme, as L.C. says, that's tricky.
I love the rhyming, that's hard to make work I found. Well done ☺
Another beautiful One!
Excellent piece
Oooo, that ending was so beautiful! Loved your Nonet!