Grip each string
Bring the scent
Of tightly bound alloys.

They glisten with care
Brand new
From the crafter's hands.

Rosin
Released from it's frame
To dust the air about us.

Down the C
Feel it through my chest
Down to the floor.

We harmonize
Even in chaos
We are grace at it's best.

We are the Orchestra
The song of the bird
The beat of the heart.