Tears in
the form of notes, blood in the form of music. Both Violin and Violinist;
bleeding to life, pouring their souls in every majestic vibrato of strings. Enchanted, overwhelmed by their own spell.
Belonging, bonding, abandoning themselves to each other in a way that I have
never seen before, and I will never forget. A way in which you could say that
they loved each other passionately and ecstatically, beyond any possibility of
human love.
I couldn’t
stand that feeling. I don’t remember much of those minutes. I just know that
when I recovered my senses I saw her, heard her, wrenching the most ardent note
out of her Violin, almost violently. And then she fell to her knees, hugging
her friend, her lover; shaking. All her goddess power gone, dissipating in the
air. Then she looked at me, directly in the eyes and that killed me. And now
I’m here and I’m sure I will never forget her eyes, her feeling. I am certain I
will never forget the girl. She and her Violin will haunt my memories for the
rest of my days on this earth.