The bow is raised,
The fingers poised.
As the first strains of the guitar soar,
The violin strings quiver
As the bow dances madly across the strings.

The night is filled with the sound of
A Gypsy Violin.

The sound grows, faster, louder,
Fingers flying, dancing, leaping.
The music fades leaving only a memory
Until the last chord sounds,
A breathtaking moment.