Perles d'Afrique

The violin lament

The little girl’s eyes bead like the rain

They become red, than her traditional dress

If her fingers play, the violin strings complain

Her heart cries the missing, confessing her sadness

The small table has disappeared  in a cloud of melancoly

Toys, dolls, puppets and the loyal Teddy Bear

Everything has been sold, she stays by her own in despair

Her long slenge fingers guide a langourous melody.

laurence Huard, april 2015, London