For a bit the tides were frozen
But aspirations are returning
For that pause access was denied
It was a monster’s endless yawn
But just as everyone was walking away
Turning their back on a forever stay
A climber emerged, lead by a finger
Breathless and wise with raw hope
That great will indeed greet the day
That there will be rather something
For the biggest fear of the violin
Is not that it will not be played
But that it will be forgotten