My poetry is generally worse than my prose, so it's better for this thread, I think, so here goes: Ode on an Instrument What joy the violin brings No mere box of wood with strings No! Here is voice that talks, nay, sings! Transports soul to the firmament on crimson wings! What powerful beauty emanates from the fiddle! It's thin at one end, less so in the middle Lovingly carved from the trees of Cremona Don't strangle a violin like you would Desdemona If you were Othello Same goes for the viola and cello.
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