A red violin

Sits abandoned

Where have you gone?

No one knows

Will you return?

...No.

The strings beckon

My fingers itch

A sour note

Careful tuning

Pluck again

...Perfect.

Then again

And again

And...bow

Gradual crescendo

Sweeping melody

Rich and dark

Softly now

Slowing down

Decrescendo

Hold...release

Eyes open

Conscious again

The final performance

Requiem

For a red violin