![]() “A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand, once three thousand, twice And going and gone,” said he. The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low, Said: “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow. ” But no, From the room, far back, a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet As a caroling angel sings. “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar,” then, two! Only two? “Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? “Three dollars, once three dollars, twice Going for three. The Touch Of The Master’s Hand ’Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer Thought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile. Then he made just one sound and went out to join the others. ![]() We stayed that way for what seemed like a very long time, timeless I guess, in a trance almost, with personal thoughts from the past going through my mind. Then he turned sideways with one eye looking into mine. ![]() I was very tired then, almost collapsing and he made sure I was safe in the shallowest water. After a while it brought me back to shore. I noticed that there were a lot of dolphins there, farther out. The dolphin took me back out and played around in the water with me. ![]() I felt so light and free and alive, and just wanted to play in the sun and the water in all that freedom. When I took off the weight belt and oxygen tank, I just took everything off and went naked back into the ocean to the dolphin. ![]()
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