My Violin

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The wood Glistening under the lights
I pick up the majestic instrument and let the gravity press the bow to the strings.
Faint music starts to play as the bow flows from tip to frog.
Beautiful music is projected outwards into the air surrounding the people in a near distance.
They stop,
Turn their heads to let the music flow deep into their ears.
I look at the note filled paper,
Playing the music is like reading a book, can’t wait to get to the next paragraph or measure.
As I stop playing there’s a sudden sigh as there will be no more music to fill the air.
I set my majestic instrument down to take a break.
The wood still glistening in the bright light,
I will come back to my delicate instrument,
But now I must rest.





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