I take my baby out of its case. I feel the soft, cherry wood under my fingertips.
I tune it, turning the black pegs and the silver fine tuners. I take the dark wooden bow and rosin it. I move the rosin up and down the hair a few times.
I place my baby on my shoulder, I grip my bow in my right hand.I slide my bow across the strings softly at first, testing it out
Then I start, I let the music flow through me. Flying out my fingers as they glide along the strings. My arm strokes wildly. My foot taps to the beat. I sway to the music, letting it consume my mind, letting it be the only thing I think about. I let all my cares and worries wash away with the music that fills the once silent park. I feel as if my violin will catch on fire, from my intensity. I play until my arm feels as if it will fall off and my fingers are blistered from playing.
I end my song. I'm breathing heavily and smile to the no one in particular. I take my beautiful violin off my shoulder and put it in my case. I take my bow and loosen it. I put it away too and close my case. I pick it up by the handle and walk away. Leaving the park silent except for the wind.
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This was basically just a blurb. I got this idea from a beautiful picture my friend sent me and i decided to write how she felt as she was playing with her instrument on fire and such.
