A bow in hand,
she breathes to life
four magical strings.

A canvas of sound
paints my life
in fairytale colours
of distant dreams.

Her body swings, the strings sing,
tears release my joy,
smiles in refrain.

The music pulses
within my veins.

The strings
have touched me
once again.

Patrick listened to his grandfather, father, and daughter play the violin, with great delight.