| Conversations with God 004 |
[29 Jul 2009|06:10pm] |
I was looking for an old wooden shack full of violins on the bank of the river Daugava. Instead of the shack I found a small concrete garage. Inside this garage was a church whith no crosses and icons to praise, no priests to listen, no chairs to sit back and relax. No organ, too.
There was just one violin in this shack. There was also this young man, that invited people in and made everyone dance. Later an old man came, took the violin and started to play. After hours of joy, the old man went away and I took the violin for the last song.
I played and realised, that I don't want to quit it. Fingers do their job for themselves without my command.
What and why was leading my fingers? The more I played, the stronger was that force.
I also understood, why there was only one violin in this shack. I didn't take mine with.
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