My Violin
A single sound has the ability to mesmerise an audience, tantalise an undesired emotion and grip a person to the edge of their seat.
A bow sliding effortlessly across four tightly pulled strings immerses the player and listener together, becoming one.
This connection can last a lifetime, in a favourite song or memory and can never be reversed or defeated.
People all over the world are creating music.
Each sound unique, powerful.
Full of hope.
A hope that someday, someone will hear them and listen,
and compose a symphony so harmonically beautiful it pulls the heartstrings.
I call it,
love.
25/05/2019
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