Germany's violinGermany's violin2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It had come as a shock.
A sick feeling filled him for some reason and he grasped the ringing phone firmly. He lifted it and held it to his ear.
"Guten-!" but he was surprisingly cut off by a voice. An urgent one.
"Oi! Stupid potato eater, get your sorry butt over here-a!" Romano's voice shouted. Germany was surprised to hear that the Italian's voice sounded panicked.
"Vhat-?!" but he was cut off again.
"My idiota Fratello was hit by an earthquake!" he said. He sounded like he was crying now. Germany's eyes widened. "He won't-a wake up I don't know what-a to do!"
Germany slammed the phone down, grabbed his jacket and ran out the door.
Germany sped down the roads to Italy's house. He instantly recognized the green, beautiful gardening that marked the house as his friends. He had barely stopped the car before he jumped out of it and was at the front door. He didn't bother to knock, but just threw the door open and ran in.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw everyone. Austr
The ViolinClosing her eyesThe Violin7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Drawing the bow across the string
As the notes begin to ring
A deep forlorn note
Sorrowful and low
Echoes from the violin
Passionate and slow
She tells her sad story
On the wistful winds
As a grim lament
For her lover lost begins
The melody is bitter sweet
Full of passion and pain
Reaching its crescendo
In the fiery refrain
This is how she has learned
to make it through the night
Telling her story to the stars
Reading the notes by moonlight
The ViolinThe Violin6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your heart is like the sound of a solo violin
Whether that violin is playing a soft, gentle tune all to itself, or letting out a woeful cry
I can tell only by looking at you, or seeing those soulful eyes
That you are hurting
But even when the song is sad, that violin always sounds so beautiful.
You look at me with love and emotion ineffable
And I hear that violin, even now
One lingering note of this melody brings me to my knees,
Never in my life have I heard music so lovely.
Your one sound is the softest in all the world
Other instruments drown you out in their crescendos, and you are never heard
But here in this silent room, I hear your gentle hymn.
As you look back at me, the violin's sweet cry increases in volume
And quivers with a sweet, quiet joy
So peaceful and loving, it echoes on forever
Lingering on long after its instrument is gone.
So deeply, my heart is pierced
The entire world seems to move through me
This one song makes me part of something greater than myself
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
Violin The weathered wood felt velvety soft against the girl's pale cheek as she held the delicate instrument to her face to inhale its musky scent. She ran her thin fingers over the grooves and dents, as if following a map to her destiny. In many ways she felt as if she were.Violin3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With the gentleness of a mother holding her newborn, she nestled the violin under her chin. Each metal string was plucked once with careful precision, checking for the clear, clean tone, which called out to her very soul. It was perfect.
The girl inhaled, pausing in that crucial moment before the fragile strings of the bow make contact with the instrument beneath. The two were like temperamental lovers, and she knew only quiet skill could bring them together happily. With a wispy white cloud of rosin, she brought them together to make love, and the sweet
A Violin's FaithA Violin's Faith4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alas, no man -
let alone a violin -
here I lie, deserted,
(Master's given up on me -
given me up to a dust devil
of a dissonant girl called
oh bitter irony Lynn)
unstrung and unwound,
violet bruises cruising
the seas of my some-
time smooth surfaces.
my innards, vital organs
behold my broken anima -
have fared no better fate.
an enema in my f-hole
would have been far
less filthy than the string
of curses and fickle f-words
I've tried to utter in the dark.
as the bridge between me
and reality breaks down
into a dystopia of abused
fingerboards and loose pegs,
I shall bid sanity farewell.
but not even deft dementia
can bid me forget that I
was once much more than
a violin lent to
a violent Lynn.
ViolinViolin6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Although in velvet darkness now
My body has been laid,
I dream of when the time will come
That I will soon be played.
I rest in lifeless silence like
A corpse within a tomb,
Awaiting heaven's sunny bliss
But doomed to bide in gloom.
Inside my frame of steel and wood,
My soul resounds with song.
I yearn to let it soar upon
The stage where I belong.
I want to shine beneath the lights
And show the world my art.
I want to seize the chance to play
The music from my heart.
For someday, worn by use and time,
I shall be cast aside.
No longer will I grace the stage
Aglow with joyous pride.
Then I'll be locked away, until
The songs in me are stilled,
My strings contorted into knots,
My promise unfulfilled.
- Violin -- Violin -9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
your Door was open.
You were dancing upon splintered peices of wood...your violin.Swaying from side to side
With a empty wine bottle in one hand you danced to Schubert and Motzart,your protectors.
I'll never play it,you screamed.Never.
You Looked so human,so helpless.A girl Lost in a lullabye.I held you and tried not to think
about what you had done.
I tried not to think
I tried not to
I tried not.
You had cought me in my whirlwind.A dance of pain and joy,sober and drunk.YOu stood in my doorway
worried.scared.My secret had gotten to you...all of you.I screamed,i screamed for my violin.My violin,my violin
shattered peices on the floor.And I screamed for your love.
Your Love,Your Love,
Shattered Peices On The Floor.
ViolinPlucking at the stringsViolin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running my hands all over
Because they don't need to be open
Thinking of being alone
Playing my best
Just for the hell of it
Swaying back and forth
The sound vibrates in me
They all itch for more
I grab the bow
And start playing
The sounds are beautiful
My eyes still closed
My hands moving on their own
Knowing the right notes
Beautiful in sound
Yet sad, and darkening
Violin...Softly playing,Violin...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The violin moans from pressured strings.
Silently whispering haunting things.
To and fro,
The bow slides quickly,
Creating eerie memories.
To and fro,
The bow slides quickly,
Drowing in its memories.
The violin plays,
Tear drops stain the mahogany.
The violin plays,
Until ending the fearful melody...
The ViolinStradivarius;The Violin3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In my hands you sing, shout, weep.
In my hands, you're home.
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
Violinfingers dancing in passionViolin8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-this glorious love affair
notes tremble in the frigid air
breaking Silence into disfigured shards
a passage out of the body
-out of the mind
captivated by this beauty
in an immaculant land
I pray to never fall again
Allow Me to Be Your ViolinAllow me to be your violin,Allow Me to Be Your Violin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your muse and your meaning.
Take my lyrical harmonies
Appreciate the quality.
Like strings I can respond to a single touch
Playing out the notes you desire to hear.
I'll scream and whisper in crescendos,
And for your great amusement,
I sing high, low, every note in between.
You've got the staccato, col legno,
Every technique in the book
Mastered with some magic hands.
You're a maestro, the conductor,
First-chair concertmaster extraordinaire.
All those skills amount to nothing
can't play a single note on me.
Allow me to inform you,
I'm burning all your notes now.
Half notes, whole notes,
Quarter eighth sixteenth notes.
Playing out of tune, slip of a finger,
Learn to read some music
Before you dare to play with me.
The Violin Chapter .1The Violin Chapter .13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Note: This story is a Yuri (Girl x Girl) if you don't like that kind of stuff then don't read this story!!!
"I'm all alone I have no friends, no family, nothing." A young girl thought to her self, sitting at her desk at school. The girl had short black hair, her eyes a dark chocolate brown, she was average height, and was very quite, and was smart, if only she applied herself. Her name was Yuki Ryuu. "The only thing I have is my health and my violin. My father sent me to an all girl's school and there is not even one cute girl here... even I'm not cute." She thought to her self as the bell rang.
"I don't feel like going home, there is no one there who will greet me with a warm and sweet smile. I guess I can always go to the choir room." The girl thought to herself while putting all of her books away.
Once all of her books were put away she left for the choir room, she thought since it was after school no one would be there and there were no clubs that day.
Dear ViolinDear violin,Dear Violin4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When I was a child, I loved you so. I could dazzle my conductor as I gracefully sang with you as if you were merely an extension of my body. There was nothing I couldn't play as I danced blindfolded with you perched beneath my chin. The bow was a branch of pure bliss - gliding across your strings with the swiftest of ease. I took to every note as quickly as one began to breathe. With my perfect pose and 1st chair position, I had the envy of every child in our orchestra.
But I digress - its been years since I've held you. You've collected dust within the shadows of my closet; your vocals cords rusting and untwining with the horsehair on your bow. That fine black violin case became a coffin where your once highest desires fell short upon old lost sheet music. I can't quite remember when it happened - was it when we did horribly during that violin recital? When my tutor tried to hold back her cringes and stuff more cotton in her ears? When my friends fled the room? When my fa
ViolinViolinViolin9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The violin is an instrument of pleasure, in the right musician's hands. In its strains, there is incomparable beauty. In its melodies, there is dancing. In its tunes, there is amazing glory. Peace and harmony combine with energy to create something marvellous.
Nothing compares to the power of such music. The violin transcends all social boundaries. Everything is there within the strings -- whether bowed or plucked. Its music touches everyone, great or small.
A violin will play to please the most sophisticated ears -- and the least.
Then again, in unskilled hands, its playing pleases no one.
Except maybe the cat.
He Plays the ViolinI dont want to discuss this any longer, Thomas! I cried, exasperated, as I stomped through the hall. I heard him groan in response, just before I slammed our bedroom door shut in a fit of frustration.He Plays the Violin4 years ago in Historical More Like This
Thomas was just so infuriating sometimes! So stubborn, so spoiled. He wanted to do so much to this house, but how in the world did he expect us to pay for all of it? His career certainly didnt pay enough for the changes he wanted.
I groaned and kneaded my face with the heels of my hands. This had to be the fifth time in a month wed argued about this. I was starting to suspect that we would never reach a compromise.
I collapsed onto the bed and let myself relax for a few moments. Fighting with him was so exhausting to me--it robbed me of precious energy. I couldnt explain why, however. Just another thing to add to my list of irritants.
Martha? Toms voice was suddenly behind the door, soft and careful.
In response, I moaned. I was
ViolinJohn sat on the couch, looking as though bothered at something. Something not being the case, he was ferrous. He had always tried to get Sherlock to see what he meant. Every "brilliant" he muttered, every "bloody, that's fantastic" he whispered in his breath, every gaze he shot him; they all meant something more then just a job-well-done.Violin1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock always seemed like a hard person to reach, going off on his own path, doing things his way, being the lazy ass he was. But John never would have guessed that Sherlock could be so... -blind-! The great Sherlock freaking Holmes, blind.
Blind to feelings, adornment, caring and sometimes even loving actions. John sometimes made it so painfully obvious that he was sure Sherlock was going to blow up and yell at him any moment now.
"John..?" John snapped his attention to the tall figure towering over him on his perch on the couch.
"Y-yes?" John shook his head back to Sherlock.
"Can I play something for you? I need opinions." Sherlock said, retreatin
The violinPlay for us my dearThe violin6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Play for us your violin
Touch the strings
and let the music carry you
far beyond thought and mind
Let the brilliance of the sound
fill the emptiness of this life
and bring us all to the edge
of beauty and sorrow
of joy and light feet
Let us feel once again
that we are alive
Play your music through the streets
through the forrest and cities
Let the violin play with our mind
to reach the inner core
of our almost empty hearts
Play with your nimble fingers
Play us through winter and spring
through summer and fall
And let us feel again through the music of your violin