On and On

The violin bow moves from left to right, 

The haunting melody goes off into the night.

Gently soothing and calmingly seductive,

"I wish it would stay."

I say and say.

The finger wobbles as its strength dims

As it does not care for my little whims.

My mouth opens and a tune is heard.

None is spoken, not even a word.

Its nightmarish wail

Is tired of waiting.

Its melancholy tale

Slowly fading.

I sit in front of a box

They flash in the mirrors of my eyes.

I'm sucked into a time machine, a paradox.

The darkness moves into the skies,

As the overhead smoke billows

I watch and watch

Quietly waiting as it pillows

I don't leave.

I can't.

The brush paints on and on,

From red to blue to pink to blond,

The moon and the stars rise up and away

And then again starts another day.

The world rotates on and on

And the storm rages off and beyond

I stare everyday in and out

As time flies out and about

The sun sets in the Way,

And then again starts another day.

Poet's Note:  This poem symbolizes being quarantined and the feeling of waiting for the world to get better.