Β My arms knew music,
the feel of a violin
my fingers knew the places
where the notes sang well

My arms have forgotten
the weight of a violin
but know well the comforting feel
of a baby in their cradle

My fingers have forgotten
the melodies they played
but they  have been quite adept
at eliciting childish giggles

Maybe one day
when the baby becomes a man
my hands will remember
the curves of a violin again.
A disclaimer: Implications of the poem above notwithstanding, I have never been a (good) violin player. At best, I was an intermediate learner. πŸ™‚


The piece was a response to PAD 20 Challenge which was to write about a memory or something like that.



  1. I am sure you remember how to play violin 😊 What a cute photo and the two of you look so happy enjoying the moment together. Love the BW composition 😊

    • It’s never too late to learn, I think. I was almost in my 30’s when I first learned to play the violin (or any musical instrument for that matter). πŸ™‚

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