Paganini

Dancing like a scarecrow
hit by a lightning rod.
Hopping on stage.
Raging with passion.
Music like fire flows from the violin,
and fire's in fashion.
Swirling within,
the cauldron of fear,
and clear pure love.
A gift from his father,
an angels above.

Round like a dervish.
He bows like an actor.
Gold, and silver gold! More!
The fee is the score,
and genius is the driving force.
Diabolical, of sorts.
Sword sways.
Princes and composers gape, amazed
when Paganini plays.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.