A man must love his violin
As a mistress
Stroking her tenderly,
At times very sadly,
But ever with care.
There can be no sweeter fidelity.
A man with a violin
Can spark a rapture of light
Damn death,
Demand eternity in every moment.
The sounds are alive:
Sentient––
Vibrant––
Beautiful.
Song for the living––
Gift of a man
Blessed beyond dying.
The sounds are utterly alive!
The resonant ecstasy of the violin
Defies death,
Defies silence,
More bravely, and
More enduringly
Than the fragrant harp strings
Of adoring angels.