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In his hands an ebony melancholia violin
and a forlorn bow with delicacy, captivates
as it pierces my heart with indigo blue notes
seeking sweet solace, their place of rest
bleeding into the deepest part of my soul
where brassy trumpets never blare or shine
and wistful harpsichord’s music is forever rising
like a lonesome moon in the blackest of nights.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Soothing and lovely read!
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Thank you!
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I love that lonesome moon!
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Thanks Sherry!
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Very nice!
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Indigo blue is very meaningful to me. 😉💙🦋🌀
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Thank you for reading!
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A musical delight.
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As smooth a a graceful instrumental.
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Thank you Drew.
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The title alone is fabulous, Linda, with the ‘mm’ alliteration and the fact that it’s in minor – the same key as Bach’s Toccata and Fugue. I love the colours: the ebony violin (I can almost hear the indigo blue notes) and the forlorn bow. So glad that ‘brassy trumpets never blare or shine’!
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Thank you so much Kim! I’m happy you liked it. It’s a fabulous prompt.
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I’m glad you like the prompt. 😉
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Melancholia in music is the best kind…
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Yes… thanks for stopping by Bjorn.
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Exquisite 🙂
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Thank you Vivian!
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🙂
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The light of that lonesome moon. Sweet melancholia
Much💟love
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Thank you Gillena!
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Linda, this is a delight to read. I love the start off with the ebony melancholia violin
and its forlorn bow. Mrs. Jim plays the viola and piano and has a violin. I’d like for her to play the strings as fiddles but she declines. Our granddaughter learned fiddle in her school class at the International School in London.
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How marvelous! Thank you Jim.
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Ah, the wistful harpsichord is a wonderful touch. I can hear the music in your words, and it feels very peaceful to me.
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Thank you!
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This reminds me of Vivaldi for some reason. Well written!
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Thank you!
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Sounds like a beautiful song to me
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Those last two lines…. I can almost hear the harpsichord…. beautiful, Linda.
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Thank you so much.
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Gorgeous language, echoing the haunting sweetness and delicacy of violin music.
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Thank you kindly.
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Oh, and the wistful harpsichord too. (I used to have a friend who was a concert harpsichord player – a very different, more plaintive sound than the comparatively robust piano.)
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Thank you, and yes it is an unusual sound!
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This is utterly gorgeous! ❤ I love the “ebony melancholia violin,” and how it makes its way into the heart. Wow! 😍😍
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Thank you kindly Sanaa. 😊
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I felt like I was listening to music, reading this. Love it, Linda!
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Thank you!
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Indigo blue notes and a wistful harpsichord. I can hear them! Well done!!
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Thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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