Stradivairius
Watch the rapt musician's hand
Draw the bow across the strings.
Hear the ancient violin,
Oh, the melody it sings!
Is the magic of its voice
From the fiddle's maple heart?
Is the secret in its shape?
Does its varnish play a part?
Its voice can lift a sagging soul,
Or bring a haughty heart to tears.
The sweetest music ever known
To fall upon the human ear.
Crafted by a master's hand,
From the heartwood of a tree,
How many heartstrings has it played,
In a hundred years times three?
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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