I take my theory of winter from the violin.
A lot of love is cold, so sings the violin.
You can as soon induce a law from idioms
as learn to bow by listening to a violin.
Last night the world fell back a step and bared its teeth.
A god was humoring a mortal violin.
If two French kisses do not constitute a proof,
then neither is a violin a violin.
Waking up from the sleep of composition, love
hears, from a distance, the smashing of the violins.
The lover writing to his love, it is not like
any composer writing for the violin.
So many things inspire Jee to sing but you
transform a human voice into a violin.