There he is
heaped over in a tragic pile
there
next to him
its slender neck snapped
the veins split and uncurling
its body smashed in
its melodic arm
detached
soft hairs hanging in cold clumps
the sorrowful notes
lost and fragmented
in last nights death
there lies Julieks soul
never to be heard again
a small wooden corpse
Julieks Violin
