VIOLIN... After ages I hold, My fingers getting cold. I was shivering, Felt frosty air playing. After ages I hold the bow... Tighten the bow, So the air started to blow. Rosin the bow, So the sky began to glow. After ages I hold the bow... I hold the violin, where memories are to spin. I played the string, And memories were what they bring. After ages I hold the bow... Every musical note it created, Your name was what, They penned, In the scattered pieces of life. After ages I hold the bow... Utmost pleasure it was, Or was it depth sea of sorrow. Answer was not with me, All was smile with tears. After ages I hold the bow... I kept playing, writting your name with the bow, Over the violin, Life was so kin. After ages I hold the bow... With every melody it fostered, I could see those memories, Dancing with joy, Playing with feelings of mine. After ages I hold the bow... Neither I could stop, As it brought b...