Let the music play on
I sit here holding the violin.
Grandpa that you gave me.
Dreaming of the sweet music it plays.
I miss the sounds you made with  it.
Songs you filled my ears with.
Today I hold this violin ready to make some sounds.
I try my best to play like you once did.
As I step on to the stage,I hear someone say let the music play on.
I did just that making it sound like your's.
So my dream of you being here came true in your violin.
I let the music play on as if you were here to hear it sing.
Now me and my violin. Lets the music play on day by day.