Violin

Man must have a way to communicate what is inside him--to bring forth what cannot be seen. Some use words, some use color, others use notes. The violin in my mind is the one instrument most able to reflect the human soul. Its timbre is most like the human voice and can relay both the depth and weight of great sorrow and the sweet light joy of the heart's flutter. It is for this reason that it is absolutely incomprehensible to me how a person can turn an icy shoulder to the passion of a street musician which drips from each desperate chord. Do you willingly turn your back on another man's soul? Are you so shallow, so cold that you pretend not to hear, not to feel his heart and mind and all that man is? Do you reject the essence of a man? Do you look into his eyes, straight into the man and scorn his humanity? If a man can do this, what is he--what does he have left? Why do you live if not to feel? Is it possible that a man can exist without a soul?