It's not much, but I need you to know how much your instruments idea struck a chord (pun intended) in me. I may not finish this anytime soon because I have a backlog of WIPs but I do intend on finishing it!
His instrument appears his first night in the manor. He doesn't see it at first, so thick are the tears in his eyes as he stares up at the canopy of a too-large bed in his new bedroom that is perhaps double the size of his family's trailer. But he does hear it, when a lazy wind breezes in through the open window and tickles a tune from the strings.
Dick sits up in bed and rubs his face, eyes wide as he spots the silvery thing immediately. It's pristine, crisp along the edges, and rests against the wall like someone just left it there for just a moment. He pushes out of bed and pads across the room. He reaches out a hand, and the moment he touches it, something pierces his chest. Fresh tears fall onto the violin.