The music rendered is beautiful, provided the strings are taut
And the violin finely tuned, fingers eagerly dance up and down
As the bow floats back and forth, those tunes, a product
Of perfect tension, set by the master tuner
Provide great relaxation to the mind, forgetting its chains
It is temporarily set free, soaring to surprising heights
The music cannot play indefinitely, the musician will tire and stop
Not before offering many chances, to taste a life
That lasts forever, the springboard is perfect relaxation
Into the moment, where the music is beautiful, but the tune sours
And tension kicks in, when the strings of the past pull at one’s heart
Life gives when there’s relaxation, and takes when there’s tension
