Shaped like a curved hourglass with no hard angles
With beautiful imperfections like ants on oak trees
A slightly shiny varnished surface complete with a black trim
With a colour like a skinny latte
Opening the case is like opening a treasure chest
glowing with never ending happiness
If I lost it I would be heartbroken
like my heart had been shredded to thousands of long lost pieces
Overwhelming with joy and notes as my bow strokes the string
It can make sounds deeper than the deepest part of the ocean
Or sweeter than birdsong filling your ears on a summers day
Although the strings may break and bend the sole will last forever