The Reminiscing Violinist

I remember the first time I held her in my hand.
She was beautiful and elegant to look at.
I remember the excitement and the nervousness that came with holding her.
But she was still and didn't seem to notice my awkwardness.
I remember the frustration and anger I felt towards myself.
She silently comforted me.
I remember the joy and the peacefulness whenever we played together.
She sang beautifully.

Even now I remember what a faithful companion she had been.

just a small write up I made on the spot. hope you guys like it. :)
*changed the picture after finding a better one.