An old violin is playing my life
And like a violinist I dry tears.
All rainbow colors are the one
And sleepy frosts its bow does not fear.
The violin poured the greatest music
Here in the street at pre-New Year night.
This music’s charming and exclusive,
It reigned the street, a roadside.
The bow was walking on the strings
As though was giving just а kiss.
And thus realized all Tourte’s2 dreams –
This very music I will miss!
29.03.2021
2 Fran;ois Xavier Tourte - (1747 – 25 April 1835) - a French bow
maker, one of the creators of the modern bow. He got the nickname
“Bow Stradivarius” because he gave the bow its final shape.
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An old violin
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