Stradivarius

Humming a melody crafted by the hands of time,

Weaving between a chorus of notes,

The sacred symphony roars through.

But this world was not made for its music,

As the harmonies fall on deaf ears,

And yet the chorus plays on,

The red velvet curtains pried open,

By the hands of hope.

And through all the unheard noise,

It stands fit as a fiddle,

As the band plays on.
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A stocky, yet graceful wooden figure that looks like a violin

Stradivarius has an affinity towards music, but rather than playing music, it loves to dance to it

Has a bit of a posh voice and attitude as well