My 300 years old violin

Singing singing your sound so sweet
Coming out from my fingers’ tip,
Flying flying from 300 years ago,
Telling me the legends happened before you

Comforting and gently, you dry my tears.
You shatter my worries and fears.
Joyful and gay, loud and soft,
You express my feelings, full of happiness.
Silver strings are my finger’s dancing partners,
Accompany me morning and night.

My beautiful friend , you are a delicate lady
Born from wood, clothed in shining varnish.
From the curving knob down your long neck,
Around broad shoulders and sleek waist,
I love you straight down to where my chin rests.

My precious treasure, hundreds years ago,
A special tree grew for you, dried for you.
And now, it is still alive because of you!
I want to hug you close to my heart,
Keeping you in my embrace forever.