The Violinist

Sonatas and symphonies,
Cursed to play on, play on in infinity,
Dwelling deep within your soul,
Searching for sense and control.
Stumbling through loneliness,
Like a damsel in distress,
A lighthouse to guide your way,
The melody yet plays,
Night fades into day
As you wander astray.
Catch a glimpse of she,
The cursed mystery,
Lift the veil and see,
Her tragic history,
Lost beneath the weeping willow,
Lost to starlight, gone to shadow.
One smile, one glimpse, one thousand songs,
The legend still lives on,
Fading into the mist,
The violinist, the violinist!
Dare you resist?
The song of,
The violinist, violinist!
Listen, carefully, just listen,
Throwing caution to the wind!
Hear the whispers, how they linger,
Dead ringer.
Fading into the mist,
The violinist, the violinist!
Dare you resist?
The song of
The violinist, violinist!
Etched into my spirit,
Her silhouette still playing,
Can you not hear it?
The song of the siren!