my friend.

i am in a cage, filled with rage.Anger and hate, is the keeper of my cage.Light eyes, big pupills.short nails, messy hair.Breathing deeply, but steadilly,and then u call my name.Heart jumps, breathing still.Walk to the light, and follow your voice.Holding my friend, clenching hard.Swallow hard, then take a gulp.I get ready, listen for my moment.Piano plays, tiime stops, i am alone.Room is not filled, not at all.Nothing but sound of piano, and me and my friend.I stroke her softly, eyes closed and steady.Cage breaks free, now my soul is pure.As me and my friend whisper to eachother.My friend. my violin.( this is dedicated to all the people who feel the same about something as i do...who feel passion.)