The Master

As the bow glides
Onto the strings
I hear the sounds
The magic of fingers
A Master at work.......

The music of memories
As it sets
Into your soul
Strings singing their song
Setting the notes......

Close your eyes
Feel the flow
Touching the inner you
The soothing sound.......

The Master lays
Down his instrument
To only walk away
Leaving the echoes of silence
To fill the room.......




Michael VanDyke @ 2016