9 the Violin Poem

Violins playing for us again
In this night, I have seen this before

It was the time of my life
And it flew away, mindache
Past will never come again
Buried in my memories

They are so far from here
Across the sacred sea
Almost another world
Are they even real?

Can’t stop grabbing this book
And this sheet of paper
I’m too weak to turn it
Still reading the same lines

I walk alone once more
Before I leave this town
Even my poetry
Is fading and crying

Violins’s spirit welcoming you
Sky is opening, Hallelujah
No one’s here for us, a cold hollow
Has become the world, our candle’s off