If the Almighty himself played the violin, the credits would still read 'Rubinstein, God, and Piatigorsky', in that order.
The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.