The Muse

 Sleek polished wood, horse hair strings
"brand spankin' new" my father said.
This little toy would be my muse
In the years yet not here,
But did I know I had in hand my greatest escape? no. 

Note to note I learnt, let my soul dance across the strings
My fingers worn and torn in red
Yet my heart refuses to surrender to-
the distress I felt upon my frame
It is nothing compared to the pure euphoria 
That lights up my soul with joy as I play.

Just so young, I was
Had not yet seen the horrors of the world, but 
to me,
It felt so grown-up that I was writing tunes from what I called pain.
Oh, how little I knew!

A decade I step,
A bold twenty I am and I have now seen what the world looks beyond my control
I still dance with the notes,
And play hide and seek with the tunes i built from my pain but-
My hands run over the ivories of the eighty eight,
While my muse lays forgotten in the dark.

What a hike this has been. 


~Chenu 💗


Sing, my little violin. Sing in the dark.

The captured ivories of the eighty eight. 

Comments

  1. Wow....great post chenu...good luck❤️🥰

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  2. Didn't knew u r such a great poet 🖤
    Keep it up..
    Excited to read ur other posts..

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  3. It's a very beautiful poem😍Great💐

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  4. Great one Chenu🥰Very well written ❤️

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  5. It's very creative one chenu keep it up 👍👍🌹

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  6. Great and beautiful poem full of incite, much needed in the modern world.

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  7. Great piece of work girl! you nailed it. excited to see your future posts

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  8. Nice poem chenuli..It's amazing.good luck 🥳

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  9. Great and beautiful poem, full of insight

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  10. Poetry is in your blood girl🥰♥️

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