Playing the violin

I lifted my violin to my shoulder.

My right hand brought the bow across to place on the strings.

I feel like a violin soloist who is about to perform.

The music stand is in front of me.

The black dots on the page look lifeless.

Music isn't suppose to be lifeless.

No.

The first note came when I pull the bow.

Then the second and the third.

There is no stopping now.

The notes came to life.

The first minuet is light and easy.

I have played it before.

Light and simple, a popular tune.

The last note of this minuet was played.

The second minuet arrive with a B flat.

A very high one at that.

This minuet is not easy.

It requires skills that I am still learning.

I shifted my left hand up to reach the high notes.

It is not an easy task, still I managed.

My fingers pressed down on the E string(the highest).

I thought I'll squeak but I don't.

The high notes came, it is silky and soft with a warm sound to it.

I surprised myself again.

Then, the first minuet came.

Light and easy.

Different to minuet number two.

A tune heard by many ears

and is still to be heard.

The last note rang in my ears after I've finished.

I cannot believe it.

I am starting to master the piece.

I find enjoyment just playing it.

I sighed a happy sigh.

With more practice, it'll be perfect.

I love to play violin.

Author's Note

This is not a poem or anything. Just words that vaguely describe my enjoyment of playing violin.

Reviews

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i enjoyed reading that. good one !

[Kurayami]

Thank you~