Poem – Lindsey Stirling – The Sunlight of a Violin

In the ethereal realm where muses play,

Lindsey Stirling, is a Victor Hugo of her day.

A tapestry of talents, she holds a wondrous array,

My hands ascend to cheeks as if to pray.

A symphony of magic fills the air,

A spectacle, unmatched, beyond compare.

In shadows of doubt, where hope seems undone,

Lindsey steps forth, the stage, her kingdom won.

Wild and free, she leaps, a celestial sprite,

Her songbird’s voice takes flight in the night.

Original melodies, fly on angel’s wings,

A harmonious dance, as her spirit sings.

Her light, a beacon, captivates all souls,

Deep heart, a maestro, that the universe controls.

Her love for this world, an unbridled part,

An alchemical poetess, with a warrior’s heart.

Cirque de Soleil acrobat in musical accord,

A musical genius, her presence adored.

An angel unbound, she soars through the sky,

Guiding the audience to reach and defy.

Defy those who whisper, “It can’t be done,”

Defy those who mock, tear us down, and shun.

A soul that follows its truth divine,

A beacon of inspiration in a celestial design.

From youth’s knowing gaze to the present’s embrace,

She stretches and explores, leaving none to efface.

Musical possibilities, impossible to ignore,

A symphony of dreams that forever implore.

More than perfect vibrato, her music unfolds,

A life’s motto deeper than the melodies it holds.

Here to inspire, engage, and enthrall,

Her violin’s haunting echo becomes a celestial call.

In universal time, her soul takes flight,

A gift from the Divine, a radiant light.

An offering from God, so brilliantly bright,

To remind us we can transcend this endless night.

To Lindsey, whose strings plucked our soul’s chords,

Thank you for the jumpstart, and your musical words.

Refreshed and revitalized for the journey ahead,

Hope blooming, and dread quietly shed.

In a world where souls like hers (with us) intertwine,

Love, the glue that binds, we now redefine.

The magic within is her eternal guide,

I watched last night as she turned the tide.

Joyous hearts connected, happiness unrolled,

An unintended goal, yet our senses she stole.

Eyes, ears, and hearts awakened in parts,

Dear Lindsey, you are the finest of celestial arts.
~Suzanne Wagner~