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STRADIVARI
by day he walked
the bystreets of Cremona
in the evenings he pondered
whether up there
they also hear life
in his spare time
he made violins
and he talked to raw wood
then to the shape
about what he saw
they understood each other
after work
the shape and the master
looked at each other
and thanked each other in silence
the master was quiet
now I am smaller
than you