Soothing melodies curl around me,
Wrapping my heart in pure, constant joy.
The strings upon my violin vibrate
With the deepness of a thousand seas.

Bow in my hand, stand in front,
Beautiful music is created as each note
Is reliquished from the strings,
And ears capture such harmonies with meaning.

On and on the melodies sing,
Leaving hearts content and clear.
I rejoice, hearing the sounds
That I have eternally ensnared.

The music is true.
My intentions are real.
A violin's voice
Is hard to conseal.