May 09

Electric Violin

A little round stump sat somberly in a corner of the large wood shop.
It had holes from a fungus and dust from the floor
It was rounded, so if looking from the top it was a lopsided C shape.
It was chopped down four hours away 
And took a road trip until it got to its little destination,
Hoping someone would see its unnatural beauty.
Coupled with a spalted maple
And new strings for the soul.
the little round stump dawned a new electric role. 
About the Author: Treblemaker
I write because the music of language spoke to me in books and I wanted to make a beautiful noise to answer back ~ Lee Williams.