Katielyn Vaughn

It has a voice of its own;

It sings beautifully,

It speaks, now releasing

The notes that are part of

A beautiful,

Thought-provoking,

Memory-shaking,

Emotion-stirring,

Song.

The simple musician,

Doesn't think

That she's good enough,

At playing her instrument.

But she's better,

Much better,

Than she knows.

She thinks only about

Her instrument,

And nothing else;

For she hopes that

She will make no

Slip-ups,

Or lose her place,

In the notes.

That's all that now

Matters,

To her.

The people who pass by;

Most don't have second thoughts

About the song they hear.

They may think,

"That's a pretty tune."

And then they

Move on,

Perhaps later forgetting

The lonely girl,

Playing a lonely tune;

Not knowing

That

If they

Could see

Deeper,

They would

Know;

That this girl,

And her violin,

Are one.