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On a cruise ship one night I reluctantly went to the evening's cabaret show and saw a man playing the violin.
What a revelation it was by the end of the evening I was cheering and shouting for more and I thanked my friend for persuading me to try something new.
Beverley
VIOLIN MAGIC
With his violin tucked under his chin
He stands poised and ready to begin
His stance sends a message loud and clear
To all of the people gathered here
Listen to me he appears to say
I'll share my music with you today
So we listen and can hardly believe
The magical sounds he can achieve
With his fingers a bow and some strings
He weaves tales of wondrous things
Some soft and sweet like a lover's song
Others fiery and fierce you're just carried along
With a foot stamping gypsy melody
Or the crashing sounds of the surf and the sea
The last note fades to thunderous applause
With people demanding endless encores
Knowing they've travelled the world to the strains
Of hauntingly magical violin refrains