[The twenty-second entry of April 2016's A-to-Z Blogging Challenge.]
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She removes her violin gingerly
From the solid black case
Giving the strings a little strum
As a smile spread across her face
Opens the compartment for rosin
Unlocks the bow from its confine
Tightens the hair of the horsetail
Making sure they are well-aligned
She sets her bow on the table
As she switches on a tuner
She plucks each string and listens
Slowly; tuning can't be done sooner
At last, her violin's ready
To produce the beautiful sound
Of music by Bach, Vivaldi, Seitz
Paganini; composers renowned
As she places her bow on the string
And counts, "One, two, three"
Takes a breath, and all that's left is
Just the violin, the music, and she.
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