When the world is your stage, nothing else matters. You can find yourself in Carnegie Hall, or on the grass of your lawn. The audience can be 20,000 strong, or just 2 people passing by. When the bow comes into hand, there is no other feeling in the world. Problems become a passing gesture. Fears beocome confidence. Passion becomes purpose. And in that moment, all you can do is tell your story through the vibrations of your wordless song. Your piece of contribution to the world.

When I pick up my violin, the feeling is the same now as it was almost a decade ago. A bit of anxiety. The light but noticeable weight of the wood in hand. And the ringing in my ears that rises before dropping into a drowning deafness. But then the first sounds come out, and I feel excitement. Sorrow. Heated Passion. Burning Love. So much emotion that can come out of the strings in my hand and tell stories that have survived generations in the span of minutes. This is what music means to me. This is what happens, when the world is your stage. The same can be said of the percussionists, the singers, the writers, the actors, and so many more art forms.


Sincerely, from the bottom of my heart I love this piece. Even in the instrument itself, the level of detail is almost directly reminiscent of my own violin. And looking at it makes me look back and pick up my instrument even if it is just to pluck a couple strings.

ALL of the credits, from the hard work, the careful detail, and the countless conversations about music that brewed from the instigation of this commission all go to Nasnency on Twitter

PLEASE check him out - man is a living legend with art.

And of course as you already know.....
I'm me you dummies!  NilsDaWolf