Musical Vibrations

Its smooth wood rests in my hands, the bow sliding on the string,
The wood smells warm with a slight, musty ting.
Suddenly as if in a story,
It comes alive, my instrument of glory!

She tastes the music flowing through her, soft, loud and ringing,
The music is sweet, going up and down in a scale.
Her bow skates on her strings, prettily accompanying her stupendous singing,
She knows that with her soft, sweet voice, she will never fail.

She dances in the moonlight, singing with her clear, ringing voice,
She confidently strolls through the park, enchanting the people there,
She sashays through the crowds, with an aloof little flair.
She dances in the treetops, singing in rejoice…

But suddenly, in a flash of clear lightning,
My violin fell to the ground, it was all very frightening!
Now my violin is just a normal object,
Now none of her clear, ringing voice is left to project.

I still remember the days when she talked and walked around,
Now all that’s left is her beautiful, clear, ringing sound.