Poem: The Violinist 🎻

Music has the rare power to still the mind and heal the heart. This poem reflects that sacred moment when an artist becomes one with their instrument - where every vibration is an offering, every note a breath of calm. It is a tribute to the art of performance, written from personal experience and the peace that flows when violinists and indeed all of us, express ourselves from the heart.

🎻 The Violinist

In the concert hall, a hush of anticipation has begun,

Listeners poised — their hearts and minds are one.

Eager souls, in silent reverie they stand,

Awaiting the magic from my violinist’s hand.

In the quiet hush, my violin case unlatched,

Unveiling beauty untouched, a treasure unmatched.

Rosin dust like memories, softly blown away,

Reveals craftsmanship in quiet display.

Elegant curves of the scroll - a delicate glance,

Mother-of-pearl pegs - a subtle romance.

Maple-hued body, a canvas of grace,

Each stroke of the bow, a tender embrace.

With rosin and bow, a symphony prepared,

Strings come alive, with melodies shared.

A journey through time - each note a sweet embrace,

Muscle memory guiding my heart to trace.

Vibrations resonate from strings to my core,

Emotions unspoken through music they soar.

A beauty beyond words in each sweet refrain,

The violin sings - relieving all pain.

In the embrace of my music, I find release,

With each melodious note, my spirit finds peace.

Performing with grace, I am whole once more,

At one with my soul - restored to the core.

Adisha Kariyawasam

12 November 2025

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