In a room full of people, they stood in deep embrace.
Passionately held in each other's arms, they swayed to a rhythm and as they did, they were creating music.
Music, that was heart-breakingly beautiful and rapturous. Music that was making me go weak in the knees and sending chills down my spine.
They stood there in a crowd, cloaked with an intimacy that made me feel like an intruder. Their passion and oblivion from the rest of the world made me long for the same.
To lose oneself in trying to discover oneself anew.
They swayed with each other, neck to neck and hand in hand. They were aware of no one but themselves. They rose and fell, moved and stopped, laughed and smiled - all in perfect synchrony. They were two people with a single heart beat, a single life line. I could almost feel a pulse of electricity coursing through them both - joining them with an invisible bond. They swayed and twirled, they lurched and rolled, they cavorted and pranced - all in perfect unison as I stood there feeling nothing but awe and envy. Their eyes twinkled as they danced with joyous abandon.
They smiled to each other when they hit the perfect chord. They nodded, they whispered, they mumbled and they smiled through it all. They were two people in one passionate embrace. And they created music that had a life of its own.
For that one hour, I couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.
For that one hour, the man and his violin were creating magic and I felt lucky to have been there.
Even as my love affair with the notes of a violin continues for more than a decade now; today, I felt inspired into becoming more actively involved than just being a passive bystander. To stop waiting for that magical day when everything will fall in place but to find something now! To find something to do for the pure joy of it...
To find something to lose myself in...
And hopefully rediscover myself in the process..
