An angel and a classical violin,
The century’s concerto begins,
Plays like one hundred and one,
A million stars around the sun!
Soothing my heart and mind,
Finally leaving my sorrow behind,
By helping me forget the past,
Only the good memories last!
An angel with streaming hair,
A beauty that lovingly stares,
Sparkling eyes, baby soft skin,
She orchestrated sounds again!
Her unique heartbeat clearly cast,
A conductor’s baton circles fast,
We awake from a too real dream,
To rise to the top as stronger beings!
New York’s Philharmonic Symphony,
Is where the angels play in harmony,
Her bow glides softly over the strings,
With a sound of tenderness she sings!
To wish but it is only about reality,
Poetically, God’s only soul for me,
But, when I fail to fall asleep,
There is no angel behind the violin!
When the sun rises I go about my day,
Her melancholy glow guides the way,
Anxiously awaiting darkness to begin,
Lovely dreams the angel comes again!
Life manifests itself in different forms,
The one behind my thoughts & poems,
The one I saw vividly in my dreams,
The angel behind the violin!
Romeo Della Valle
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