• Violín •

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Her hands glided over the hard brown case,

The smell of wood hit her mind in a series of frantic memories

Silver strings with coloured ends,
sending jolts of pleasure to her ears

The used lines on her hands reminding her of lost passion

Her hands gently held the bow-strings making her smile with barely contained joy

White hair turned yellow strikes the raised silvers

Pushing her through a whirlwind
Anger, joy, sorrow, bliss conflict and then tranquility

Riding through high notes deep pitches and flailing crescendos
Her eyes fell shut,

She held the chamber to her heart not once ceasing her flourish

The shivers whispered about an impending darkness.

She felt in her bones every tremble

She reminded her hands to never stop
Never to come to a standstill

She knew she couldn't change what was coming

But for now she wouldn't let her spirit wander for now everything was here.just here

-keerthana

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