"Play"

The Violin is my summoner, I am the summomed.
My soul is on fire, and so are his eyes.
They burn with fury, fury of loneliness and sorrow.
All is full of love, gleaming with bright colors that holds me.
The wind is blowing fiercely. The leaves on the tree falls, falling upon him.
I am beckoned to the call of the violin.
Sweet melodic sounds play at my ears.
They bleed with the joy of the melancholy,
with the quiet sounds of tears and laughter.
The violin is my master. I am its slave.