*The Sad Violin Player Who Lived in a Haunted Mansion*

My very first post in here...A self photo shoot that I took some days ago, along with a beautiful poem that I found on the web...Hope you like it ^^

"The Sad Violin Player"

What are you thinking, little violin?

What do your clear strings dream?

"Brown rivers have gold depths.

The sprightlysoftness in the current of the bow."

What are you singing, my little violin?

Who are you calling now?

"Truths the trees, my parents, taught me.

The sky above your childhood home."

Kiss Kiss***

Melody