||The soul of this sculpture is best described by Stanislaw Kapuscinski in his poem "Violin Concerto":
And with this final chord she froze in utter stillness;
cast from hot, flowing bronze, chiseled in solid ice.
I held my breath––my heart and soul she’s won…
For though her bow stopped moving…
…her violin played on.
A hesitant vibrato, stronger,
January 2 2018