That Old Violin of Mine
I have several newer of quality,
But I suspect, my favorite is still
that old violin of mine:
antique, though not especially valuable...unless
one takes all into account—the sensuous caresses,
countless waxing, mending
and restringing over the years--
The imagined Heifetz and Mozart
I have thrilled
in the packed halls of my musical
heart. Oh, not to suggest that I
think myself a virtuoso to anyone
but myself and others less critical
who hear me...for a spirit
in tune makes us all Concert Masters
and great lovers….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2018
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