I'm looking for a poem about an old fiddle being auctioned off. No one bids on it, then the bids are low. Until an old man gets up and plays the fiddle. The bids go up into the thousands. When asked why the fiddle was valuable after the old man played it, the reply is "because both were touched by the Master". I'm not sure of the exact wording. Someone told me about the poem and since my grandfather (who died yesterday) was both a fiddle maker and fiddle player, I would love to have the poem. I don't know the author or the title. I'm hoping someone can help me find it. Thanks

-- BamaJan (duncan@peop.tdsnet.com), August 29, 1998