Happiest National Violin Day!

In A Relative Theory of Violin
by Michael Romani

I know it's all relative but who's to argue
But to play well one must add in divisions of two
At least often, if you happen to look on the score
I am almost sure you would see this and perhaps more

Thoughts of music played in an encore of daydreams
Is what held dear Uncle Albert together in his seams
That may seem hopelessly complex in its unified fear
But each note like each planet has its influence and sphere

A violin they say is the closest instrument to voice
And perhaps it's cry and joy is what made it his choice
At his most stressed moments it would help him relax
And what was once stressful would no longer feel such a tax

Rumor has it that when he won his Nobel Prize in 1922
No one near the ceremony could figure where he'd slipped off to
There he was playing Beethoven's Kreutzer Sonata's melody
Before a Japanese audience who shared his musical affinity

Oddly, while math is often found to be physics' grand narrative
Most of his musical friends found that his counting was relative
The love of a good melody shone through but time was not superlative
Though they said that with smiles and kept it to the positive

Paramount to Einstein's universe was his great love for beauty
Its grand architecture spoke to him in a song of inner unity
Though experienced in disparate fragments needing a frame
A Great Unified Theory of Everything is music by another name

(c) December 13, 2019  Michael Romani
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