Violin Shall {we} Dance

Just as a quick note, the poem is written in five little stanzas, each portraying a different period of life. The first is childhood, then adolescence, twenties prime, becoming a parent, and elderly reflection. By no means are these mean to be labels or stereo-types, so please don't be offended. Again, I do not have apostrophes because of this stupid site, sorry for the inconvenience. And of course, ENJOY!

Violin Shall {we} Dance

My new violin and me,
Are having a lot a fun.
Together we are learning
How to play hot cross buns.
And if we really practice hard,
We will learn a minuet in G.
Together we will dance real good,
To make my mommy happy.

I welcome depressions shadow,
With my violins embrace.
A melancholy requiem
Weeping from her base.
Disillusioned with sorrow,
And drenched with falling rain.
Listen to my emo violin,
Crying out our crimson pain.

See how we dance now,
The graceful violin and I.
Standing here on center stage,
In euphoria and performance high.
Waltzing across our kingdom,
Fan-faring our triumphant success.
Our finest moment of music,
the climax of performing zest.

I have to put my violin away,
But just for a little while.
Its time to take up the role of Mommy,
For my own sweet and precious child.
Yet maybe on the quite nights,
When my baby is tucked in bed.
I can play her a fairy's lullaby,
To dance sleep through her head.

The years have flown on past me,
Leaving knowledge and creaking age.
Sitting in my old rocking chair,
I see my violin dusting in its corner stage.
I walk over a little too slowly,
Inhibited by my cane that old age brings.
I open up her tattered case with care,
And touch each delicate memory string.

Quietly I smile, and lift up my violin,
And I whisper softly, "Shall we dance again."