“My father's viola. It is a forest. It is a living tree. It is the heartwood of our family. My father's viola is over to hundred years old, even older than Germany. It is the color of well-done pastry, shining like apricot glaze.” FatherMusicMetaphorFathers And DaughtersViola Book:What the Night Sings [Audio] Source: What the Night Sings [Audio]