She stands alone in the corner of the sunlit room silently awaiting the return of her master. Only he, has the power to transform her from the awkward block of wood she is without him, into the instrument of astounding beauty and grace she becomes when wrapped in his arms. There, neck to neck, consumed with the passion of young lovers and the caring respect of old, they flow as one to the rhythm of their own private love song. Only he, can fill her being with the fires of creativity and allow her to fulfill her destiny. She waits, lonely, but knowing, anticipating his strong but gentle touch.