My Heart Is A Violin Poem by Lila Holmes

My heart is a violin,
All shiny a new.
The body is free from chips and scratches,
It's f-holes are still perfectly shaped,
It's back still shiny
and still hasn't met a shoulder rest that fits it's lower half perfectly,
It's fine tuner and pegs have yet to be turned,
It's chin rest has yet met a chin that fits it.
My heart is a violin,
in need to be tuned,
in need for someone to rosin it's bow
and rub the horse hairs against the strings
composing a sweet melody.
My heart is a violin,
in need of a Beethoven.