viola
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What I can’t live without
Is a hard question to answer, of this you cannot doubt.
Some would say love, or bacon-wrapped dove
Some would say their favorite book to read through and through endlessly
My name is the syncopated beat
Of a dotted eighth note, sixteenth note
Rocking like a boat on windy waters
My laugh is the swoop of glissando
Sometimes a delicate slide
It vibrates
Through the room
The strings on my viola
Sing with it
It vibrates through my heart
I feel it deep inside.
I place my bow on the string
My fingers are ready
It all began when my dad killed my fish,
when I cried and said a new CD was my only wish
I was only three when he brought one home
And it only took me 2 days to learn every song
