A dance in the land of magic

My interpretation of a painting objects

He looked at the mirror, decided that he had had enough, after a big fight at work that he had to quit after. He then opened his storage-room, messed in there for a while, looking for something. He found it: his old violin hidden in the back. Grabbed it and went down; he didn't have any idea to where he washed heading; he just walked.
Standing in the street, he went near a street light and opened the case, took his violin out and started playing in the middle of the day. People were going by him and continuing to walk without turning to him; he didn't have his violin case opened; he wasn't after money,; he was just playing to the sake of playing.
Everyone was in a hurry to move and go see his or her business or catchhis or her important whatever thing he or she was going, everyone was caught in his busy life... He used to be one of those always busy people, always in a hurry. But one day he stood and realized he was getting years older by the day.
He burst into a fight with his boss over his boss attitude towards him, and he quit, decided nothing was more important than him. He closed his eyes and started playing. He didn't play any known melody; he played from the heart; he got caught in the feeling and he let his bow lead to the notes it feels want to go to. He used to care about what people say all the time, but today was different. Today he was playing for himself, just outside any concrete wall.

She decided she wanted to wear a dress and go to the street; she never cared who would say what, or that she wasn't actually going to any place. She put on her red backless dress, tied her hair a Chignon and went into the street, walked and kept taking deep breathes and smelling the air, distributing smiles here and there. She didn't have a purpose other than pleasing herself that day...
Walking in the street the sun started to hide behind a dense cloud that looked like it carried a lot of sky-tears in it. People started to run to take shelter as the rain started to pour on them. But she didn't, she kept on walking until she heard a sound coming from far way, a sound of pure passion, of a bow moving softly on a violin. And it was like a spell that pulled her.
She reached to the place where the sound was coming from and she looked at him, wet hair from the rain, standing under streetlight and playing his music with his eyes closed, couldn't care less about the rain or the people passing by. She reached near him and without a word she took off her shoes and started to spin around herself, dancing under the rain to his music; she lost herself to dancing and music.
Like a butterfly which just emerged from a cocoon, so did she from her chains she always had for herself. She had always limited her life choices to the sane one, never took a chance and never risked anything, Never went crazy. From a conservative family where dancing is an act of devil and music is his sound, she broke through those chains and just danced. With her eyes closed she was not in the street anymore, she was dancing on the top of eiffel tower. She span and span, with the dress resisting the rain and flying with every spin she does.

People started to gather around and stand to witness the moment, with him playing and her dancinh; they started to grab people's attention, creating an atmosphere of love, of peace. A guy moved towards her and took her hands holding them, he was in a tux and looked like he was getting back from a funeral, actually he was. His dancing partner, the one he wanted to propose to was just buried after an accident; he had always danced with her; he loved to dance, and something inside him told him "dance your grief away". He t held her hand with one arm and placed the other around her waist. She moved with him like they had rehearsed for weeks. While the rain washed his tears and got mixed with them, more people started to gather around while the two where dancing to the violinist. He lifted her and she raised her arms and leaned back taking a deep breath. More heavy rain came and a guy moved near the couple and opened his umbrella and covered them while another went to the violinist and did the same.

Life stopped at that specific moment and everything became quite; magic was happening in that special moment, violin sound was reaching to their inner soul, and flirting with it, like a hand soothing a crying child to sleep. No one was feeling the rain; the soft music stool their soul and took them for a spin, the violinist saw himself playing on the beach; the lady in red was dancing on the top of the tower and the guy in tux was dancing in his wedding to the fiancé he lost...

After long time or short, no one could say, no one was keeping track of time, when the sun came back out; busy people returned busy, hurried people went on to their important whatever, and the violinist and dancers looked at one another and nodded without saying a word, and each went his or her way...