Wafting Sounds

Soft, sweet music wafts though my ears as I lightly stroke my bow across my violin. Starting out quiet, the sound grows and grows. My nimble fingers and fast reading eyes work together to make something wonderful. I play and play my mind’s a buzz. I am in a rhythm. The music goes by faster and faster. When I play I can be anywhere, everything or anything. Sometimes, when the notes turn into a blur, I go with the flow, The music takes me wherever it please. Some say incredible, some say beautiful, But I know it truly comes from the heart.