my violin
28/01/2025
my violin is a part of me
i cherish it with my whole soul
it sings in my hands every day
it loves to be played
now, i wish it was possible
for people to understand
that they cannot just touch it
whenever they want
its not just that their hands and dirty
or their movements are harsh
its not just the etiquette or my rules
my violin is a part of me
it is soaked with my tears and my blood
you cannot just grab it
or touch it or squeeze it
like an uncontrolled, selfish child
it sings in my hands
it's so pure and clear
it cries sometimes when my fingers are tired
it loves being played
but it hates being touched
and they'll never understand