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The Masters' hand.
The Master strokes the Violin
music in the night, begins.
Softly, the Stradivarius
sings
cradled, in the Master's hands.
The Violin's strings sing rapturously
against his firm caress.
He coaxes
from the Instrument, harmony.
At his graceful fingertips
the Violin gives freely
their quiet audience, bliss.
Music
rising, crashing, dripping ecstasy
leading to the next stanza.
They continue on
pounding, surging and swelling
leading
them to their glorious finale.
Breathlessly, finally, they reach crescendo.
Too out of control for mere words.
Blessedly
blending, fading to sweet pianissimo.
The Instrument satisfied, at last,
touched by the Master's hand.
By: C. Hahn
©2001,2002&2003~All Rights Reserved
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Tribute for Chris
I wanted to
write a poem this day
For my loyal, forever friend
In tribute to the life he lived
And not focus on the end.
The
greatest tribute that I can give
Would be not to write of hurt
But instead write of the blessings
And the lessons
I have learned.
I have learned not to take for granted
That loved one will always be there.
To state my feelings
and concerns,
Which lets them know I care.
I have learned not to let pass by
Those things that I should say.
I
no longer put them off
To get around to "Someday."
I hug more often and live the moment
I don't wish for time to
pass,
Because even in the stressful times
I know those times won't last
I am freer with my laughter.
I listen
to my children, more.
I enjoy the beauty in my garden...
Something I never did, before.
I am gentler with myself,
these days.
I try to live my life
As something he'd be proud of.
I try not to dwell on strife.
During inevitable
sad moments
When I am wishing he were here,
I remember all our happy times
And try hard not to feel fear.
I spend
more time in talking,
Letting people know what they've meant
So at the closing of our lives
We will cherish time
well spent.
Living with regret for words unspoken
Has changed this life of mine...
For speaking up is far easier,
Than
wishing for one last time.
Great love brings so very much
Though with love there can be sorrow
Knowing of the gift
it brings
Still makes me hopeful, for tomorrow.
So Chris, even though you are not here,
Let me thank you for all
you've done
I am very blessed by the life you lived
And the person I've become.
I wanted today to be remembered
Not
in sadness, or in tears
But in the joy you brought to everyone
~In every, single year.~
C. Hahn
April 21,
2002
©2001,2002&2003~All Rights Reserved
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