Violin and Water

Drip, drop. Splash!

Water rushing, violin strings taut, as the bow sways over them, in time with the rhythm of life flowing through. Around. Against and over the rocks in the river. The water clear and brimming with life, as the light plays its dance through the trees. Shinning, shimmering, flash! a reflection catches.

It disappears as quickly as it appeared.

The birds whistle in tune with the melody created by the strings on the bow. Everything dance and moves in time and with each other, in this world I live and just as the song finishes, this world comes to an end.

Where one ends the other starts, repeating cycle in circles, continuous, but never intersecting, just like you and I.