My sweater's too small

deep midnight blue
security spun into cloth
found and purchased in a 
shop below the castle
at Edinburgh on free time
a day without performing
our violins allowed to rest
the wondrous sparkling day
a reward for the hard work
of months twelve years' 
preparation lay behind me in
my hands but then the tour
was over and summer beckoned
on and the violin I carried
to and from Great Britain
grew cold and stayed that way
but I kept warm that winter
inside my midnight shell
the twitches slowly faded
as did my fingers' memories
of being wrapped around a 
fingerboard lost as they 
were in the texture of the 
starless night that swathed 
my body until the summer
when mothballs claimed it 
again and a different set
of strings beckoned forth 
my latent music firm warm
resonance smooth viola strong
carried me into winter and 
beyond to when I wore and 
realized my sweater was no 
longer fitting well I had 
grown beyond it and I stopped
finally I stored it away
about the last time I placed
my viola in its case I wish 
I'd been farsighted enough
that rain-washed day
below the castle to buy 
the next size bigger