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.