The Violin

As calm as a breeze,
As fast as a train,
As beautiful as the moon,
I play the violin.

The music creeps like vines
Going throughout the house.
As loud as the rain.
As quiet as a mouse.

I pull the bow across the strings,
To play a simple tune.
As happy as a summer's day,
As dark as winter's gloom.

The notes climb up and down the staff,
Slinking like a snake.
Climbing high as a bird,
Dropping deep as a lake.

The song may stop,
But the music won't end.
I just start another song,
And keep playing my violin.