The Viola, never did pay attention to me when i once long ago gripped its' finger board. When I played it it just screeched at me in pain and agony, why did it despise me so?
One long ago time, the first sound I've heard from such a wondrous instrument was subsided with that protective bow gliding effortlessly across all the silver strings. It seemed that the viola never did want to speak its' mind to the world, maybe that's why it always seemed to me that it was a daydreamer and never ever followed the patterns of another instruments' melody.
If you ever dream of a day where a person will drop everything to listen to the sad song a viola can play, will it break their heart? Maybe the string would break before the song was completed, but it's only a day dream in your nightmares.
I once saw a dream of the most beautiful melody you can imagine with such an instrument, but when awakened the song ended without a trace of remembrance. I wish that song would reoccur when such a instrument longs for its' own spotlight.
