A String of Stringist Poems: Part One
An instrument cast aside because of its intimidating size. Though not as graceful and quite large for such a scale an instrument almost forgotten plays.
A mellow, gentle glide of its bow causes a ripple of sound to reach the back of the music hall. Its reverberations soar and echo like a little blue bird in the spring.
The powerful tone is carried upon the wings of such a fragile creature for if any disturbance would cause the poor bird to shatter.

















