Violin

 Standing by the maple tree

Thinking about how I play my violin

made out of maple wood

I get caught in the moment and swept away

by beautiful notes and tones

I never want to quit

It's therapeutic to me

The vibration of high notes

The deep, sad tone of low notes

and everything in between

I always want to get to the thrill of playing so beautifully

that it brings tears in my eyes,

the cheering from my soul that translates into goosebumps

That is what thrills me most

And sometimes the playing does not match with the music in my head

 I get sad because it's not how I intended it to be

It's a process, just like life

Learning to play vibrato, it wasn't easy and still not perfect

but I keep on trying,

somewhere in my heart,

my soul remembers...

Thank you that I've finally found you on my journey,

my darlin’