If music be the voice of love
Then let me be your violins
And I will bring forth such glorious notes
That you will be bathed in the glowing rhapsody
0f my love for you.
My music will rise up loudly enough
To reach heaven itself - Yet softly enough
To fall gently upon your ear.
Handle my love as you would a delicate instrument
For the way I am touched is the way I must respond.
Harshness or anger directed at my strings
Can result only in notes of discord and misery
Whereas the gentle touch of tenderness
Will create melody divine.
Don't place me in a corner,
Untouched and unwanted
For, if another picks me up, due to your neglect, I will respond .....
For that is the nature of what I am.
But, if the fingers touching me are not yours
Then the song played
Would be but a hollow echo of the joy
I am capable of producing.
For I was designed for your hands alone
And only your touch can turn the key,
Releasing all the wonderful melodies
That lie untouched inside of me.
If music be the voice of love
Then hold me gently to your chin,
Caress me through eternity
And let me be your violin.
