Holding it seems so natural,
so innate.
She breathes in, the music pours
out, and fills her soul
completely.
As the bow glides on red strings,
the therapeutic sound traps
her in a cycle she can't leave.
The melody catches her tears.
The silence creates them.
Addicted to the song, she plays
for an eternity.
The music blinds her
for she cannot see
that her violin is broken,
and so is she.
