Poem about an old violin

It is retired.

They say it took its own.

I would not agree with that.

It's still a real lady.

Always well-groomed.

It can still do everything.

Always in the right place.

At the right time.

It can laugh.

It also knows how to cry.

When you hear it, you always stop.

It can do it easily and quickly.

It can be quiet but also loud when needed.

If it could write a book,

there would be different stories.

Life, business, and love stories.

It can cost a fortune.

It touches my heart whenever it is heard.

But it doesn't always send the finest sounds.

Sometimes it can squeak.

It depends in whose hands it is.

So choose a performer.

Indulge in sounds.

Open a bottle of good wine.

Enjoy pizzicato,

and worship its majesty.

Violin.

Author: Musician

Thanks a lot for reading.

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