The violin has been laying in its case collecting dust, waiting to be played, wishing to be heard. Tracy's mother can no longer play and misses the beautiful sound of the instrument she played so long ago. One day, Tracy picks up the violin and begins strumming its chalky strings, unleashing a shrill, scraping squawk. How can music be made from this sad, old dusty thing? When the violin begins to appear in Tracy's dreams playing its resounding notes and melodies, the magic of its music inspires her to try again. Can the enchanted strings bring the violin back to life once more?