Saturday, November 17, 2007

Nora Armani: Mother

Click here for the audio Mother read by the author, Nora Armani.

Mother

The sound of your violin
The world was not to hear
You kept it in your heart
Your sad smile was its sole reflection deep
Mother, your violin was sold.
Is someone playing it now?
Was it used for burning wood?
Or, did it become the cross on your lonely tomb?

© Nora Armani, Paris, 1993

1 comment:

nkaramya said...

beautiful! thank you!