Took a ride upon the BART today; I watched a violinist play
With passion she did strike her strings; Within her heart I watched her sing
Pain and rapture her face did say; Every stroke a demon she would slay
Her eyes were closed the music played; Her Ipod earbuds led the way
Her magic bow, a plastic pen, the music became a wondrous thing
Took a ride upon the BART today and watched a violinist play
Wrapped in gauze and plastic tape; the hand won’t hold a violin that way
Just like a bird on air she sings; She fights to play with broken wing
Pain and rapture her face did say; Every stroke a demon she would slay
Across from her a dunce did sit; Drums of air he made a mimic play
Her fingers plucked an invisible string; that magic pen upon a perfect sling
Took a ride upon the BART today and watched a violinist play
First chair in a symphony she did play; with a broken wing there is no way
Lucky chance, the dunce did leave; Closer now I watch an iconic thing
Pain and rapture her face did say; Every stroke a demon she would slay
Faster Faster the plastic pen did fly; Still watching sound, close but far away
Grand finale I want to see; but here is my stop the exit door will ring
Took a ride upon the BART today and watched a violinist play
Pain and rapture her face did say; Every stroke a demon she would slay
Paul Mize © 2011
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