The Violin
The little dwelling called a violin,
Is fashioned with a single room within;
So empty does it seem, and dim, and bare,
You would not look for any body there.
But if you touch a string upon the door,
A voice responds where silence was before;
And, if a friend of music you should be,
That voice is many voices instantly.
--Stephen Tracy Livingston
Folk Tales from Many Lands
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