Analysis of The Violin

Sexual mahogany saxophony.
Roaring rumbling rounds of rhythic rounded blues.

Ah, the blues!
Blues, like falling sleeping down to dreams of
Trills, drills and bills.

This concerto is pure vibrant purple, and
Plays with perfect symphony.
Never mind ears,
My heart rings!

The majesty of purple anthems are glory to the gloom,
Mass of sound assaulting the darkness.

Alone, the violin screams out his humble heart.
Humble size, but no humble sound.
Section stops and listens for beating drum -

But no.
The violin plays perfect.