the violin

fingers dancing across the strings

crossing distances in the blink of an eye

bow gliding across the strings

creating sound out of a mess of wood and metal

gently grazing the instrument

airy music floating through the air

lilting like a lullaby

notes washing over you the same way a breeze wafts through a curtain

or digging in with all your strength

pouring all your emotion into the strings

playing up a storm as hairs scrape metal

(a storm where you are the eye of the hurricane

and the audience is collateral damage)

the pluck of the last note hangs in the air

resonating even when you lift your hand from the strings

(the remnant of a job well done)

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