It is one of the most beautiful things in the world. I love watching people who pluck at strings yet do so much more – not just making noise, but melodies that penetrate the air and reverberate under my skin, raising a goosebump for every note. I love watching their eyes fall shut and their brows furrow, their bodies sway to the tune that they are pouring out.
When they breathe, it looks to me as if they are inhaling the sounds.
Seeing their absolute absorption, feeling the effects of their passions – it has triggered a need within me. My fingers are burning, fumbling over this keyboard in the wish that it were something more beautiful. They need strings. They need song.
I must make music.
I love watching people make music.
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I love the way you’ve described it. Great imagery! :)
i know exactly the feeling you’re describing…. haha being in the middle of a youth orchestra i’m often swept over with that feeling, pure joy of making music