Let me be your violin.
I surrender myself to your hands.
Stroke me into song and shape my sound with your fingers.
Pour yourself into me so that I may sing your soul.
Let your heart be moved.
Use me until I break and then repair me.
Use me until I break and then repair me.
Vibrate with me.
Tense with our performance.
Be carried away with our voice.
Sing with me.
Let me be your instrument.
Closing her eyes
Drawing the bow across the string
Tears swell
As the notes begin to ring
A deep forlorn note
Sorrowful and low
Echoes from the violin
Passionate and slow
She tells her sad story
On the wistful winds
As a grim lament
For her lover lost begins
The melody is bitter sweet
Full of passion and pain
Reaching its crescendo
In the fiery refrain
This is how she has learned
to make it through the night
Telling her story to the stars
Reading the notes by moonlight