Joy

As the bow touch the silver string,
I hear the sound coming out from the wooden instrument

When I’m sad,
It’s like a comfortable lullaby
Taking my tears away
Telling me it will be fine

When I’m mad,
It’s like a therapist
Who truly understands my anger
Telling me to let it go

When I’m happy,
It’s like a sweet daydream,
Making me even more happier
Telling me to remember those happy times

My violin,
My comfortable lullaby,
My therapist,
My happy daydream

As the bow is lifted,
I feel
The joy