With nothing but my will and violin, I let my bow glide on the strings in the empty room. I start with a simple whole note and slowly add vibrato to the ending measure. Feeling the tone and shift of the music, second nature and instinct guide me along my piece. Intense crescendos and once difficult shifting only draw me deeper into the beautiful and melancholy world I have created with the art I love so dearly and hold so closely to my heart.
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The Violinist
RandomWith a life that is difficult, his only escape is the music he loves so dearly. Practicing and perfecting his piece brings him and the troubled life of his bring him sanity.
