बहुत से खज़ाने हैं अभी खामोश
कान सुन नहीं पाते सदा उनकी हनोज़

The sound of the violen pierces my heart and blood oozes out as if the wire is being rubbed on my heart leaving a trail of blood where the wire passes from, making a passage deeper into my heart, which I can take someday and explain what I saw when I entered my heart some day.
Music is God speaking to me.