Sometimes... my sis nv fails to amaze me.
Violin..
the impeccable piece of wood
tenderfully carved with the precision
only the most skillful of all craftsman could master
the pieces slowly put together
and when its whole
the instrument basks in its unmasked glory
iy sings from the utmost deepest of its soul
and under the cares of the hands of the 4 year old boy
it invariably produces a tone so rich
his hopes, his dreams, his aspirations
all poured out into the thin wooden frame
he relinguishes his hold on his
most priceless possession
his soul seems shrouded with somekind of sorrow
a deep bottomless anguish
His hair unkempt, his clothes are of a long time ago
but his fingers...
they are a sight to behold
long, almost wraith-like
paingully beautiful
They are.... the fingers of a musician.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS... SHE WROTE THIS.
Hmmm... wy she wrote this. You see... our principal at TKGS makes us write a weekly reflection... about all our joys, sorrows and troubles. I think she got bored... thus she wrote this. Think she got bored with writing how unentertaining school is... about how lessons are so useless... about how tired she is... about how she got attention deficient order. Got another one about the cello. My goodness... I didn't know she can write poems... Sigh... I cannot write one. Though I wrote one about the mocking bird or something in sec 2 and got 9/10.
Hope she does not read my blog. And I am NOT going to tell her how impressed I am. Dunno... we never praised each other as far as I can remember... we seem to be telling each other how stupid the other is.
Maybe... I am impressed cos I don't know much about poems.... but from this poem... I can sense that she loves the violin a lot. Which she does... she dutifully practises every day. She plays very well... cos she put her heart, soul and feelings into the song she is playing subconciously so that she sounds better than a principal violinist playing a virtuatic piece. Ok... I will stop... I am disgusted with myself. This is the most I praised her in 10 years.
Violin..
the impeccable piece of wood
tenderfully carved with the precision
only the most skillful of all craftsman could master
the pieces slowly put together
and when its whole
the instrument basks in its unmasked glory
iy sings from the utmost deepest of its soul
and under the cares of the hands of the 4 year old boy
it invariably produces a tone so rich
his hopes, his dreams, his aspirations
all poured out into the thin wooden frame
he relinguishes his hold on his
most priceless possession
his soul seems shrouded with somekind of sorrow
a deep bottomless anguish
His hair unkempt, his clothes are of a long time ago
but his fingers...
they are a sight to behold
long, almost wraith-like
paingully beautiful
They are.... the fingers of a musician.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS... SHE WROTE THIS.
Hmmm... wy she wrote this. You see... our principal at TKGS makes us write a weekly reflection... about all our joys, sorrows and troubles. I think she got bored... thus she wrote this. Think she got bored with writing how unentertaining school is... about how lessons are so useless... about how tired she is... about how she got attention deficient order. Got another one about the cello. My goodness... I didn't know she can write poems... Sigh... I cannot write one. Though I wrote one about the mocking bird or something in sec 2 and got 9/10.
Hope she does not read my blog. And I am NOT going to tell her how impressed I am. Dunno... we never praised each other as far as I can remember... we seem to be telling each other how stupid the other is.
Maybe... I am impressed cos I don't know much about poems.... but from this poem... I can sense that she loves the violin a lot. Which she does... she dutifully practises every day. She plays very well... cos she put her heart, soul and feelings into the song she is playing subconciously so that she sounds better than a principal violinist playing a virtuatic piece. Ok... I will stop... I am disgusted with myself. This is the most I praised her in 10 years.
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