My first violin….

Delicate, Dynamic
The treasure of my life
Glistening in the light
From the crack between
The cream coloured curtains.
The delicate pieces,
Black pegs,
Strings of wire,
Fine tuners.
The thin hairs of the bow,
Brushing against the string.
As I place it under my chin,
The cold, hard
Chin rest, touches my face.
I place the bow, gently, carefully
Unto the elegant strings.
I pull and push it across, over.
I place it on my lap.
Sit down and think.
How this exquisite thing came to be.