A violin is given life
when bought out of its
coffin. It's given a life
when held with tender
and care. It's not just
wood with strings. It
has a voice that can sing
and a pulse that beats in
the violinists talented
hands. The sound it does
while its strings are plucked
leave it's audience breathless
and gasping for air while
shouting for an applause.
A violin is given life when
you carry it around in the
light and fresh air. It's given
life when held in your gentle
hands* ~