The silent strings of a violin

waiting for a single touch

quivering in anticipation

the bow brushes lightly along the strings

they sigh softly

in ecstasy

satisfied for the moment

but aching for more

the bow strokes the strings

in a single, gentle motion

a melodic moan pierces the silence

reading the resistance

the bow slides again

softer

and again

in a fluid motion

the strings sighing under the pressure

the bow quickens its pace

building in intensity

fire

passion

creating friction with every stroke

searing the strings

drawing sharp clear cries from their sinuous bodies

the melody reaches a harsh piercing climax

a dissonant clash of pitches

and halts abruptly

the bow gently releases the strings

slowly

letting the notes ring

until the faintest traces of sound

disappear in the passing of a moment