Song of Melancholy...

Pale fingers playing on the strings

Of a cold and timeworn violin.

Misty night and dead old trees,

Sway to her song of melancholy.

Screaming and wailing her silent thoughts,

Frozen tears on the violin chords-

Emote-soulful music she plays,

All night long, till the silver fades.

Rendition of notes builds a beautiful delusion,

Only to shatter on her lover’s tomb.

Beneath the moonlight, in Mystic Falls,

Her stoic self wraps a heart with tears.

To calm her fears

To find way back home

She returns with music, every night,

To her lover’s age old tomb.

-VAISAKHI MISHRA

ps-picture prompt, courtesy-allpoetry.com
     Mystic Falls- an imaginary place close to all VD lovers...:)...