Another 100 word storytelling. I did a story a long time ago about a piano, but really my first instrument was the violin. My parents took my brothers and I to a music store when we were little and there was this beautiful violin, at the time it was still too large for my arms so my instructor had given me a smaller violin until I grew to the one my parents bought me.
They were the best memories: practicing a song on a rainy day, joining the symphony orchestra of my high school.
This is for those who picked up a violin, or any instrument and miss playing them. This is dedicated to the little musician in all of us.
*picture is originally from http://www.flickr.com/photos/jmdotson/3972042498/
11/14/2013 (Thursday)- Nocturne de Violin
She was my
first.
Everything that
I am today: my thoughts, the words I choose, the rhythm in how I talk and write
and think—is because of her, and how she changed and shaped my perception of
life.
She taught me
tenderness through delicate touches of my hand, the musical intimacy of harmony,
and the sensual pleasures of losing each other through music.
I still dream of
her: the warmth of her sweet gentle neck,
the tune of her melodic voice.
I still dream of
her: the days we spent together, the
memories of songs…
… she was my
first.
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