The heart piercing beautiful tone from the Violins, the shallow pitch of the Violias, Alto sounds from the Cellos and Bass.

You will be turning 464 years old today.

All thanks to the italian luthier Andrea Amati, the creator of all the soldiers in your army.

Your soldier has traveled to many places with me, like the grocery store as I pushed your soldier around in a shopping cart.

Someone even tried to kidnap your soldier from me, but don't worry I protected your great soldier with all my mite.

Oh friend you're my peaceful place,  someone I can talk to whenever Im going through strong tides of trouble.  

I truly do appreciate you greatly.

Your bows bounce Tremendously when you get excited.

Your white hair is so sticky from the fair amount of rosin you put on everyday like as if you were a Victoria Secret model spraying hairspray on for the next show .

Your soldiers have been by my side ever since sixth grade, they are like family to me.

You must be so bored just laying in your case, waiting for someone to actually practice to make you beautiful for your big show.

Once you enter the room it's a desirable feeling that everyone must feel!

It sends chills down my spine just thinking about it.

My favorite thing about you is your cellos section, brown body like a Cabin, long and thick tail piece like the saw scaled viper , glossy polish like as if you got your nails painted with a glossy top coat.

You've been replaced by electronics to imitate your voice.

But nobody and nothing can imitate your precious voice.

I can hear your cry for help, no one wants to listen to what you have to say.

You seek for attention, oh friend I wish I can stop this pain that your feeling in your heart.

No matter how many bright lights you hang up, no one bothers to even look at your miraculous beauty.

You tell stories without opening your mouth.

Painting pictures without any paint or brushes, but just with your sweet tone.

You change someone's emotions quicker than the flash.