The strings of grandpa’s violin
Awaits the master’s hands
Setting in the corner
Trying to understand
Years have long past
Since his fingers stroked the strings
Invading tunes into the night time air
Making the old violin sing
Memories of melodies now invade the air
Allowing my soul to hear what once was played
Now only dust covers its strings
Looking as if its been betrayed
The day will come when Angels will arrive
Taking my soul for a heavenly ride
The heavenly gates where all things come true
And Angels wipe the tears that have been cried
I will ask the angels at this special time
One front row center seat on God’s heavenly shore
Handing over the old violin
So grandpa can play the the strings once more © 2010