Poem – Tribute to the Violinist Murdered at the Met

 

The music swells, the audience hushes,

The lights go down, the stage is set,

A beautiful violinist exits to take a break.

She does not know that there is a hidden threat.

 

But tragedy lurks in the shadows,

A killer waits in the wings,

A grip, a stagehand, a man unknown,

Ready to do unspeakable things.

 

While dancers twirl in tutus,

Another feels a terrible dread.

She stands in the elevator feeling a chill.

She does not know the violinist, is about to be dead.

 

She did not see the man that was hiding in the dark

With the blonde headed woman so terrified,

And from that moment on, they vanished,

A murder of passion completely unjustified.

 

The Metropolitan Opera house,

A place of beauty and grace,

Now tarnished by a heinous act,

A cold-blooded killer on the chase.

 

But in the memories of those who danced and sing,

The violinist’s music will live on,

A tribute to a life cut short,

A reminder of a crime that was so very wrong.

So let us honor her legacy,

And never forget the tragedy that befell,

The blonde-headed violinist,

Who met her untimely farewell.

~Suzanne Wagner~