Anthony Ward
Crouched to attention
Hair torsioned from the
Neck of the violin insinuating strings
Ams melded from bony wood
In perfect harmony with the instrument
Lachrymose semi-breathing notes resembling body
Braying emotional shards through tentative vibrancy
Through crotchety quivering quavers
Intensely irate and consoled
Scything sound from mellifluous maple
Congealing into amber thoughts
Sweat seeping from the timbre
Bloodied by the end of the bow.
Anthony loves the way words sound through silence. He is inspired by the nature of the world and the expression of art as humanity decrees to discover itself. He writes to express the overwhelming beauty of the natural world with the inspiring admiration of artistic creativity.