THIS IS JUST A STORY, A STORY OF A CHILD THAT WAS FOUND
TO BE VERY GIFTED AT A VERY EARLY AGE. TRAGEDY ALWAYS
SEEMS TO COME AT THE WRONG TIME IN LIFE. SO IT IS IN
THIS STORY OF A LITTLE BOY AND HIS FATHER THAT BELIEVED
IN HIS SON.
THE CRYING VIOLIN
He walks across the stage in satin and silks of black,
in his lapel a singular rosebud of white
The audience's applause is deafening to me as it echos
throughout the Palace opening night
Standing tall and handsome, his precious instrument
is poised ever so gently under his chin
The conductor's baton now taps his music stand twice,
All is quiet; slowly the house lights dim.
My heart, a kettle drum thump, I've waited for this night
since the first time I heard him play
Serenading an audience in splendorous color notes that
change before your eyes to butterflies
The cords hum in whispers, as if the greatest Violinists
from the past are in echoed formations
The creme d la creme of high society in the world of music,
will feel blessed by one so very gifted.
The orchestra begins to play, and right before the eyes
of the world; my little man begins to color
His bow seems to be guided by those that have come
before him, far beyond his own shadow
My heart beats with his, our souls are one, I'll always
protect him; for he is my modern Voltaire
Number after number his professionalism waivers not,
even after we'd flown in from Hawaii.
His concert has concluded, a river of tears roll from my
eyes as I watch roses adorn the floor
With his final bows, decorum in tact, he walks off stage
with his precious violin under his arm
Before he exits, he's handed 2 roses from a lady down
stage, he waves and throws a big kiss
The house erupts in laughter and thunderous applause,
a star was born at the age of five, My Son.
He runs off stage, jumps in my arms saying, "Thank you daddy"
he kisses me with a big hug, then pauses...
He took a deep look in my eyes, like two souls unite
as their shadows roam free, I asked him,
"Who gave you these roses?" With warmth and a new
found feeling of love, he then told me.
"A very pretty lady, saying she was very proud of me
and has always loved me very much."
"She said that I should never forget this night, The red
rose was for me so not to forget her
This orange rose was for you daddy and to never forget
the orange sunset over the ocean"
My heart burst and tears covered my cheek. "Why are
you crying daddy?" "I'm very happy"
I had given her orange rose and asked her to marry me
under an orange sunset in Hawaii.
The roses were from Nina, his mother; she died giving
birth to Ross, but before she past on
She said to me, "Thank you for asking me to marry you
on an evening so magical in Hawaii
When we meet again, I'll give you an orange rose so you
know its me, I'll always love you."
She kept her promise, I'll always remind Ross of that night
when two roses were given to him.
Somewhere along the way I'll find words to tell him it was
his mother, an Angel who gave him roses
Then like the twilight is to the last of day, memories and
loved ones fade in a blink of an eye
Each concert he plays, I see that 5 year old boy who was
older than his time; creating magic
Around the world, final bows; there's a pretty woman
handing him a red rose and an orange rose...
by Richard Lee Cook
An SILVERFEATHER Creation