A woman approached a musician after a concert (in some versions, it is Jascha Heifetz) and said, “Maestro, your violin sounds so wonderful.” He smiled at her and held the violin up to his ear and said, “I don’t hear a thing.” The lady was perplexed. The musician smiled again. “Madame, the violin doesn’t make the music. The music is being made by the man who is holding the violin.”
