This is from the point of view of a maple tree, remembering when it was alive, before it was made into a fiddle. No matter how beautiful the music that comes out of it now, the maple doesn't feel it was worth dying for, and feels as if it's now just a passive conduit for the music, instead of an active participant. It remembers all the things it used to be able to do and experience when it was still a tree.
This is from the point of view of a maple tree, remembering when it was alive, before it was made into a fiddle. No matter how beautiful the music that comes out of it now, the maple doesn't feel it was worth dying for, and feels as if it's now just a passive conduit for the music, instead of an active participant. It remembers all the things it used to be able to do and experience when it was still a tree.