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 TRILLS Your fingers move every time that you play along the long hard neck of your violin which caresses your black turtleneck as you move the bow back and forth and back again slowly at first and then faster and faster you keep on playing while Im standing still watching your hands as they move in soft rhythm watching your fingertips shake on the trills Im just a boy from southeast Massachucetes The Fall River buildings were as red as your hair Ive never been to see Paris or Rome but one little note makes me feel like Im there I picture you playing in cobblestone alleys blowing the hair from your face through the chill tracing your fingertips over the strings shaking with grace on the long sustained trill Ill make you shake like oure trying to stay warm shake like a leaf in a November storm you bend the bow and Ill bend to your will make you shake like your fingertips shake on the trills 2002 |