It was back in thirteen,

That your violin gave me hope,

Those sweet melodies,

The way your bow moved,

Travelling across the four lines,

Heavenly vibrations, dancing across,

The wooden board, only you knew,

When the words you spoke,

Turned into lyrics only hours,

And your voice divine.

I never saw the things I saw,

The same way, and dreamed, oh,

Bringing me to tears when I felt joy,

At the simple days, when we were back,

In the thirteen, so bring me back,

Or take me away, for I want nothing more,

Than heavenly tunes in my mind.


3 thoughts on “TREIZE