Magic, does my fiddle play

With music, that surrounds it

Heavenly sounds, a sweet array

In the air, that’s all around it

Listen to the whispering winds

Of the bow strings, as they glide

My fingers splayed, and disciplined

The fiddle and I, so unified

March Writing Prompt:  Fiddlesticks – Day 21/31

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