Violin Poem by Doug Bri

I dont know how to play you
But my admiration for the hands that know
How to move the cords and the bow

I envy them so
To me your more then an instrument
Your the inner voice of the soul

The violinist expresses himself through you
without a word we can tell whats in his heart.
Without a voice we understand whatever he is going through

While his hands dance on your strings
and while your finely tune
we will always be able to listen
to the way you express yourself in that lovely
angelic tune