The Violin

Last night I dreamed
That I was given a beautiful violin
The carving: perfect
The curves: sublime
I ran my fingers over the polished wood and knew
Without doubt
That this instrument
Could create the most exquisite music.

But when I picked up the bow to play I realized
This violin has no strings
And I have no strings
And there is no one here to string it.

And so,
This lovely instrument
Sits in the corner
Collects dust
And discontent
And I wait
Eternally
For strings to come.