An Abused Violin
If I was hymn and not me,
I'd be more noticed instead
of being second chair to everyone
around me.
I'd always be heard, from the opening
note to the closing Amen.
I want so much to be hymn!
There are days when all I do is
rest inside my case, and yet I
can hear the harmonious voices
of a choir or the flute play out all of the
notes of the beloved songs.
I stay silent because I am not hymn
and my part is skipped over during a
shorter mass or when the musician who
plays me also plays a cello.
I am an abused violin. I am neglected
because there is so little I can do.
I don't have the ability to give all vocalists
and instrumentalists a sound or lyrics to
brighten the congregation.
If only I could be hymn I might be able
to proclaim my love for God and for
music. I can only wish and then look
to the day when I am played with
harmony once again.
I'd be more noticed instead
of being second chair to everyone
around me.
I'd always be heard, from the opening
note to the closing Amen.
I want so much to be hymn!
There are days when all I do is
rest inside my case, and yet I
can hear the harmonious voices
of a choir or the flute play out all of the
notes of the beloved songs.
I stay silent because I am not hymn
and my part is skipped over during a
shorter mass or when the musician who
plays me also plays a cello.
I am an abused violin. I am neglected
because there is so little I can do.
I don't have the ability to give all vocalists
and instrumentalists a sound or lyrics to
brighten the congregation.
If only I could be hymn I might be able
to proclaim my love for God and for
music. I can only wish and then look
to the day when I am played with
harmony once again.
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