The solemn on the tide,
As the note plays high.
Up it rises like a fire,
When the bow hits the wire.
Swaying like a boat,
Up and down the road.
It strikes like a light,
Through the darkness of night.
Transferring into the world,
Your soul get twirled.
Wave of life it generates,
What the four strings creates.
Beethoven to Mozart,
It showed through their art.
When it bleeds on to the string,
Converts sorrow into the spring.
You can feel through the vein,
Lifts you beyond the plane.  
The rainbow of sound,
It keeps you spell-bound.
An attainment it brings
This music on the strings…