You, my violin.

I'll play you like a violin,

So you'll sing me your heart songs,

Melodies of secrets within,

A symphony of intimacy.

Sonatas fit for Angels,

They'll cry tears of rapture,

Your voice is a blessing,

Even a bee would stop to ponder.

I'll play you like a violin,

So you'll sing me our tales,

Of tracing each other's smiles,

And falling, into each other's eyes.

Sing me your dreams,

I'll play to your wishes,

Hold not your whims,

I'll spare you my kisses.

May your strings never break,

And my fingers never tire,

The violin and the player,

For now, we're together.