Violet Violins

You played violin
my heart plays with violence
Secunda plays in violet,
come back, come back to me.
Oh, these violet violins
find me just when I think I’m alright,
just when I think that at last I am fine,
and with bows do they cry,
they cry, they cry for me.
You used to cry when you would laugh;
don’t laugh, don’t laugh at me.
I stand here conducting that somber sound,
the leitmotif of my characterization of sorrow
and on as it plays come those violet rays,
come back, come back to me.

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