Beautiful is the sound, elegant is the body, aggressive to soft a violin is. I am incapable of ever matching such a perfect entity, for I am but the mere shadow of such perfection. Down below where all can see, I am outperformed by the beauty we call music. I witness a violinist's mistakes and failures, but after years of watching, success starts to creep into the picture, afterall who can deny the magnificence of a violin? When I listen to the violin I can only think of how I can't compare, the strings seem to dance and sing, the bow is the conductor, and the bridge makes every stroke so meaningful. The violin all together is like a perfect symphony of sound, with flawlessness and grace. I want to be like such perfection, maybe then people will spare a glance in my direction.