Wooden gold
Strings of silk
Tight in tune
As music sings out
The bow
It's love
Touches softly
All the right spots
A stroke across
Fingers touch down
Notes vibrate
Making a sweet sound
The riviting pitch
Carrying on the wind
The loving touch
A magical tune
The smooth wood
Strong string
The collective sounds
Of the violin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A resonating poem....odd and unusual....excellent