There was once a luthier
The finest in the North
He could repair any strings
And they would come from far and wide
With their broken bones
But for all his magic in mending
He did not play a single tune
As a boy he had once
The most beautiful symphonies
But when he broke his first
He took a vow
To unlearn
What a shame
For the tunes he played
Brought tears to the eyes
Instead he dedicated himself to fixing the strings
So the others could make the music
He longed to create