When she plays with vibrato
I throb to her rhythm
Espresivo con brio

My burnished maple
Between muscular calves
Passionate estrus
Inflames my back

Her breath whispers
Quiet susurrations
Caress my neck
She polishes my scroll
Tightens my pegs
A moment electric

The horse hair excites me
My voice resounds
Elevated crescendos
Roulades rebound
Dance through the ether

Double stops
A greater thrill
My exaltation in a louder voice

Spiccato, jete, pizzicato
Her myriad methods of
Musical hedonism

Sometimes her mute lulls me
I whisper and murmur
Privately

Col legno
She hits with the wood of the bow
Her method to spank me

By the end,
A few tears
Drops of her sweat
Have fallen like dew
She dries me gently

I am centuries old
She is my fifth owner
She makes me feel young

She will probably die
Before my voice is silent
My sadness will know no bounds

I will rest behind glass
In a quiet guarded place
To be ogled by children
And curious students

My memories will remain
Of ecstatic nights
Bach on her balcony
She plays me naked
I sing to the heavens

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