the violin's case

pluck the strings

before they snap

the old violin case

tempts my sight

 

bow on strings

shrill in tone

neither could

redress nor atone

 

--for the scordatura

mending not a thing

--for the sickening tones

piercing my being

 

pluck the beams

ease my limping sight

the case reveals

a soft, comforting cot

 

to bow --it is

spills astuteness

spells dignity---it is

oh! luthier  kindly knot the strings!