With a violin she sat playing a tune,
By the window looking down the street;
Those strings wept in accord, and voiced her frown.
Not a single tear rolled as her eyes were sealed.
Drowned deep in despair, the reason only she knew,
The empty street just echoed with no accompaniment to her tune.
A tune so mesmerizing, it could have put the world to sleep,
Even the pesky neighbour or foe didn’t bother to disrupt.
The night was as dark as kohl,
Not a single star was out there to accompany her in grief.
In slumber and dreams the rest of the world was lost,
Here she was making melody to find some peace.
A click startled her and she stopped playing,
The door of her room opened and he slowly stepped in.
Looking at him she dropped the bow and violin,
Rushed towards him and into his arms she gave in.
He swept her off her feet and took her to bed,
She cried bitterly with her head on his shoulder.
He made her lie down and wiped her tears.
Dimmed the lamp by the bed and kissed her eyes to sleep.
Seeing her fast asleep he tiptoed to the exit,
Leaving her alone on the bed he slept crashed on the nearby couch.
Gently, she opened her eyes and followed him after a few minutes,
Saw him sleeping peacefully she reclined on a chair by his side.
He looked real tired after working all day real hard,
Now they were gradually turning strangers to the concept called love.
He was a part of the rat race and this had torn them apart.
He had found a new partner and profession played that part.
She got back to her room pulled the door behind,
Sat by the window with remorse and regret,
Picked up her violin and bow, and resumed to play real soft.
She too had found a new companion and her passion is what she sought.