The cry from the strings of the violin
Sings to its hearts chords and the depths of revolt
Fighting stance among the driven regime of threads
Forcing its song like a rape among a bounty
Its given tune ensnares the dancer, forcing limbs
In motion not natural, yet naturally given
As the design of will and bodies testament to bend
Forever encased upon the notes, immortal embrace
Hidden context soon to see through dancers eyes
In hidden trees.