Monday, May 3, 2010

The violin

The Violin

The little dwelling called the violin, 
     Is fashioned with a single room within;
So empty does it seem, and dim, and bare,
     You would not look for anybody there.

But if you touch a string upon the door,
     A voice responds where silence was before;
And, if a friend of music you should be,
     That voice is many voices instantly.

--Stephen Tracy Livingston

Folk Tales from Many Lands

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