Instrument Revealed

Only a musician can understand,
What’s inside this instrumental case,
Inside lies a treasure I dearly praise,
A violin whom only I know its ways,

Sweet tunes throw me in a chase,
It can turn words into a fiery blaze,
Picking up the violin from where it lay,
The sound of crashing waves can be played

The raining drops of April days,
To the stirring of another phase,
This melodic bird that can amaze,
And reveal my deep, inner craze,

When things turn separate ways,
It always finds something to say,
Soon the contained eternal rays
In my inner heart will Bombay,

One of these days I will soon gaze,
At the beginning of good old days,
When the violin was my escape,
To another beautiful haze,
Where only music displays