violin song

haunt me and chant at me

over and over comes the roar of your tone

move me like a moutain that reins

see the rivers and cry as the tears from the sky

dance to a pond that has only dirt and sand

for it has not been touched by feet that dance

on the roots of it's souls and what has been left

says no pressence was needed on thy empty spot

the strings and strangeness leaves me cold

but the groove is all about forgiven