Violinist Vilemina Neruda leading a string quartet, c. 1880. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A string quartet played
A sweet serenade
In all of our finery
Our youth was displayed
To think of this now
I’m a moment dismayed
The violin sighs
All the secrets inside
Polite society
Has so much to hide
So I wonder how love
Has ever survived
The oboe’s lament
Of such days idly spent
Early evenings we strolled
Amidst jasmine’s sweet scent
And to our true natures
We’d gladly relent
A string quartet tries
All these years have passed by
And I am quite alone
With lost memories revived
And like ghosts we may dance
Long past when we’re alive
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, Al rights Reserved
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Lovely. My favorite instrument is the Oboe. What a unique sound. Love your post.
Thanks Ray!! 🙂 🙂
My daughter is teaching me the violin; my son teaching me the guitar……this made me smile!! Big hugs, Sweet Sis!! Wonderful as usual.
Thank you so much dear Skye!! 🙂 🙂 Hope you are feeling better?
Not so great yet, but on the mend…thanks, Helen!!
🙂
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