A Silent Violin



A SILENT VIOLIN

I stand, a silent violin 
amidst the symphony of life's choices.

The wind, a maestro's baton, 
dances with a trillion leaves,
conducting a choir of rustling, 
a crescendo of ease.

The choices I must make hang in the air, 
plump grapes,
heavy 
with the juice of consequence 
and desire.

The sky seems thick 
with doubt and music, 
a silent symphony,
a cacophony of colors, 
a tapestry of scents.

Either a river of whispers
painted in hues of regret,
singing in a minor key
of might-have-beens–
or
a shiver of unspoken lament,
the coolness of the blues
as well as the mournful
buzz of berries
eaten too late.

But the taste of courage 
is a sharp, tart apple,
biting through 
the cobwebs of fear 
that cling to my throat.

I feel the vibrations of decision 
in my chest,
a bass drum 
echoing through the cavern 
behind my ribs.

The flavor of it, metallic and electric,
surges through me like a bolt of lightning.

Another choice made.

The sun, a golden lullaby, 
now kisses my skin,
while the wind, 
a fickle flutist, 
plays in the ends of my hair.

I am the bow,
the strings,
the frets,
the chamber,
and I am the tone.

I am the sculpture
my choices have carved, 
molded by the invisible hands of fate,
wrought with the color 
of every 
single
unspoken word.

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Shared with those lovers of synesthesia over at DVerse Poets Pub.

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©2025 Christopher Reilley 

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  1. Love that you evoked and made all the senses come alive with color and sounds. This is an amazing symphony of life's choices. Thank you for sharing this and wishing you a good summer break.

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    1. It won't let me enter a comment so I'm entering this as a reply to a comment. Loved your lush imagery. This was a great prompt!

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  2. Love the conclusion... all those things unsaid (and how they matter)

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  3. "a shiver of unspoken lament"... what a shiver of recognition I've had as I live your poem and truly feel the "color of every unspoken word"

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