Luthier

LUTHIER His life path to music starts in the Caucasus forest From his window is seen nothing but light woodland. His bushy uncombed hair like the trees themselves, As if he had grown out of the woods. His workshop fingers sawing is music Showing a soul, apprenticed to earlier luthiers, Delivering the spruce belly, maple back, ebony pegs. The shape is already inside. Chosen and hand-curved to the needed chord, Fingered for shape and thickness, He dangles back plate, And taps it into newborn speech: Carved wood resonates to fingertip tap - He knows each violin’s personality : Eggshell shapes strong and light become Children that fly as graceful birds. Waiting inside to be born, they grow out of him, Creator, he brings life out of their nothingness. Symbiosis as he gives life to the wood, The wood gives life to him. ........................................ NOTE A luthier is someone who makes stringed instruments, expecially violins. I saw a vid about the work of such a man. If you are interested, here is the address https://www.google.com/search?rlz=1C2GGRV_enRU751RU751&source=hp&ei=lRsWXOKuAceesAG3o724Ag&q=different+types+wood+in+a+violin&btnK=Google+Search&oq=different+types+wood+in+a+violin&gs_l=psy-ab.3..33i22i29i30l10.5930.18389..23025...0.0..0.420.4049.7j24j1j0j1......0....1..gws-wiz.....0..0j35i39j0i22i30j0i22i10i30.yyM0KGvsSr4