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