Violin

Very late had I known your glory and grandeur, Though classic, you're mishmash with rock and folk allure; Your melody merrily mingles with fastness, Does it not blend with rhythmic sanguine slow softness...? When you came into my hand in my mid fifty, I felt like taming an elephant so shifty; Your strings seemed to stretch my tough and hard-molded veins, I could not bear so long my neuropathic pains...! Its gracefulness cannot be just competed with, Don't around its splendor revolve many a myth? Midst its grandeur it burns calories, says science, There's, in violin, art-cognitive alliance...! When someone asked me: how hard it is to play this, I said it's like palm-tapping, as a nemesis; Friends, finally, I mastered, yet, playing a song, Only goodness knows how long my art will prolong...!!! 19 April 2023