Fiolspelare (The Violinist )— Pekka Halonen (1865-1933) — public domain
no violin is made of a single type of wood and what the master luthier needs of finest maple rosewood and spruce to ply his craft is aged with care the final varnish used a secret he will never share but it is my hand that holds the horsehair bow to caress her strings my fingers that search her slender neck for new and finest harmony my chin and shoulder that cradle her belly’s subtle pregnant swell in intimate embrace and it is my heart my passion and my rage that birth her voice then truly we are one and I am that very violin a violin unique that resonates the past and sings the future
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For a friend and his 1787 Guadagnini violin, moving the world with his music