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My Life

November 9, 2008
By Anonymous

More black doesn’t mean it’s harder.
More white doesn’t mean it’s easier.
Faster doesn’t mean louder.
Slower doesn’t mean softer.
Pay attention to detail.
Repetition is key.

I am an artist.

A white sheet slides down the face of the stand.
It lands with a clink two feet from my face.
With a decoding stare, I glance over the page.
It unflinchingly returns a blank gaze.
Without hesitation my brain begins to process,
Taking in the lines, dots, and dashes that plaster the dove colored page.

I am a musician.

My job is to send light into the depths of man’s heart and make his soul free.
My mind devours the unique language that most cannot comprehend.
Chewing it, trying to taste all of its facets:
Melodies, harmonies, chords, arpeggios, fortes, pianos.
With multiple elements, the ability to understand is one thing,
But the ability to produce is another.

I am a violinist.

The calluses on my tender, young fingers formed long ago.
Now, when I play there is only a black line imprint from the vibrating string.
“[…][T]o imitate the accents of the human voice,
A noble mission that has earned for the violin the glory of being called the king of instruments.”
It is an honor to create such tender and breath-taking resonance from an angel.
Without this honor I would expire.

I am music.

The air I breathe is filled with notes and rests.
The food I eat is packed with crescendos and diminuendos.
The water I drink overflows with melodies and harmonies,
And my pulse is my inner metronome that keeps me in time with life.
Music is my Thread of Life,
Severing it would send me screaming into the black abyss of death.

I am alive.

Music is my life.
I understand the language and appreciate it for all it is worth.
It swirls around and envelops me in a gentle embrace,
Providing the comfort of knowing it will always be there,
And it will never disappear.
As long as there is music, I will live on.

I am an artist.

More black doesn’t mean it’s harder.
More white doesn’t mean it’s easier.
Faster doesn’t mean louder.
Slower doesn’t mean softer.
Pay attention to detail.
Repetition is key.



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