A Musicians Eyes

A violin isn't just a violin, through a violinists eyes.
It's an intricat work of art, it's music comes from the heart, as it glistens in it's golden charm.
It curves and it winds, and few people find, the beauty beyond wood, which I've understood.
It feels smooth and fine, I'm so happy it's mine, so happy to feel how the music is real, as it flows from my hands into an enchanted air.
Into a new world I feel myself thrust, into a dream meant only for us.
Music sheets dance in the wind at my feet, as i glide on a quarter note, and skip on a beat.
Me and my violin, music, and stand, are all friends in this intricate land.