The conch shell decorates the chest With the ocean resounding in its soul As the distinguished maestro plays his best Soft, low, and inviting just to test Which music touches the soul The conch shell decorates the chest While the cobalt blue waters of the ocean crest The violin gently held and bow softly pulled As the distinguished maestro plays his best The gray hair and beard show his years stressed But his love only sees his great gift while The conch shell decorates the chest That under the open window sits at rest Sun shining on that bay as the violin music drifts astray As the distinguished maestro plays his best While his love just a room away dances and sways To the music that touches her soul this day The conch shell decorates the chest As the distinguished maestro plays his best (This is written from a picture that is on James Fraser's web site. I have his permission to use the picture for my write. Thanks James.) (The word maestro here means: a master of any art.)