The Symphony of Stradivarius: A Poem of Violins and Soul
Crafted with care, a work of art, a symphony forever to be told
Stradivarius violins, crafted with care,
Each one a work of art, beyond compare.
The wood, so smooth and fine, hand-selected with pride,
The varnish, gleaming in the light, a symphony inside.
With every stroke of the bow, a melody takes flight,
The notes dance and soar, a wondrous, ethereal sight.
The sound, a symphony of angels, pure and true,
A bridge between the earth and sky, a passage for the soul to pursue.
The Stradivarius, a violin of the gods,
Its beauty and grace, a reflection of their nods,
Each one unique, a fingerprint of its maker,
A gift to the world, a treasure forever to savor.
The strings, plucked with care, sing a song of love,
The notes, a symphony of emotions, sent from above,
The music, a language all its own, understood by all,
A unifying force, a call to one and all.
The Stradivarius, a master of emotion,
Its music, a balm for the heart, a soothing potion,
It speaks to the soul, a language understood,
A symphony of love, that's never, ever crude.
The violins of Stradivarius, a work of art,
Their beauty and grace, a treasure to impart.
A symphony of sound, a wonder to behold,
A gift to the world, forever to be told.
The violins of Stradivarius, a treasure of old,
Their music, a story, forever to be told,
A symphony of sound, a wonder to behold,
A gift to the world, forever to be told.
The violins of Stradivarius, a symphony of sound,
Their music, a balm for the soul, forever bound,
A treasure of the ages, a gift from the past,
Their beauty and grace, forever will last.
The Stradivarius violins, a masterpiece of craft,
Their notes, a bridge to the heavens, a journey to be embarked,
Their music, a symphony of life, a song of the soul,
A treasure to be cherished, a story to be told.
The Stradivarius violins, a work of art divine,
Their beauty and grace, a reflection of the sublime.
Their music, a symphony of love, a tale to be told,
A treasure to be cherished, forever to behold.
The Stradivarius violins, a treasure of the ages,
Their music, a symphony of life, forever to be praised.
Their beauty and grace, a wonder to behold,
A gift to the world, forever to be told.
About the Creator
Liviu Roman
Mahatma Gandhi — 'Be the change that you wish to see in the world.'
Comments (3)
I can relate to this in that I once played a Stradivarius as a special treat ... I will never forget it! Beautiful poem thank you!!
such a great poem
We read a story, yet others do not read our story. Ghandi says be the change. Lovely poem.