My one true passion

Holding the stained wood
tears roll down my face
my only ever love
has but one final place

violin my one true passion
music my only hope
forbidden by nothing
but its last enchanting note

at my grandfathers funeral
i laid my old friend to rest
never to be played again
its tune i will never forget

my grandfather used to tell me
i would amount to nothing
and music was my proof he was ,and still is wrong
the notes i played so comforting

proving to myself i can
that I'm actually good at something
no one else needs to hear these notes
for me only is the pride it brings

to others it is broken
but thats to keep them away
from the one and only thing
i know i can forever play

i will play again
i will one day need to prove that i can
when that day comes
ill never put it down again