Lost my life, I start singing

To Jim、

This is it. It was on a web site titled "Celiist Gosh and the company". It is a site in Japanese.

A latin poem engraved on an old cello translated by myself:

"I kept silent while living in a forest. Now, lost my life, I start singing with serene voice."

I love this poem. It expresses the fact a string instrument gets a life once it is made from wood to its shape. That is why we should deliver the instrument to the next generation.
This poem is so attractive to me that I would publish it here.

Even though anyone could question if mine has a value to be treated in that way...haha