I bought a violin from wish. It was awful. The bridge launched from the strings because it hadn't been made to hold them. The strings may have kept launching the bridge because they weren't good strings either.
So I stored it away, feeling my gamble wasn't very successful. Then I almost forgot about it.
One day, I decided to do the awful thing and dismantle it. Then, commited to the sacrilege of destroying an instrument, I painted it.
This inspired me to bring out some wire, that curved and swirled and came up for a bridge. Then it needed strings.
Finally, I realized it needed an inhabitant. So I made one. A little to big for her abode, with color and hope she nestled in.
So I called my creation the music muse, who calls for songs that I had hopes would have this violin play, but instead it was destined for silence, solitude, and a dream of music.
