A Rare Violin

The Stradivarius (A rare violin) The Stradivarius lay still, waiting for a master's skill The silent bow with deep yearnings, for a master's touch upon its strings. Across the case a price was laid, that the auctioneer had displayed. The sale began, the atmosphere tense. The amount of interest was immense The offers soared, the fervour increased. Then the gavel came down and the bidding ceased. A bidder had been willing to pay to claim his hearts desire that day. This prized treasure had been sold to its owner, more precious than gold. Now the violin would be heard again, its silence broken by a sublime refrain. Then the maestro picked up the violin and placed it fondly beneath his chin. With masterly strokes and tender care, such heavenly music filled the air. The noise in the room just faded away as the bidders were hushed by the master's play. The hearts of the people were deeply stirred by the haunting melody that they heard. Many tears were shed on that day. Then the violinist just walked away.