They can brighten the day, or depress a crowd of stone soldiers but never for long are they downcast.
Why are they so gifted with the spotlight of the stage, when every other instrument seems recessive, like the droplets of rain try to be silent when collision on the rocky ground.
Do you ever think of a high pitched squeal when the violins or impaled with fire?
Such is the end of the persistent whines of the violins.
