My hands are aching, my fingers are nearly numb and my shoulders hurt. I doubt I could stop my left hand from trembling to save my life.

Ah, the wonders of music.

Imagine you are a member of the audience in a concert of classical music. The music tingles through your body. Each note gently flows into the next, leading you from this world to one of undiscovered joy and pleasure. Each note pulsates in the air, trembling, almost as though it was a tangible object.

Now, imagine you are the person onstage, the musician. Your fingers touch each note lightly, a dancer going through a familiar routine with grace and power. Each string moves, slowly, as you play, spinning a web of happiness, bringing back years of forgotten but cherished memories. Weaving a web, a cocoon of hushed joy around you, almost hypnotised by the music you are making. Each note is an acute pleasure, every note another strand of thread in the tapestry you are creating for yourself, for the audience. You are enraptured by your own playing, by the uplifting feeling that your soul experiences as each note, each piece of thread is woven, played.

The music touches your very core, vibrates throughout your very being; soothing your troubles and somehow lightening the burden you carry. You are caught in the whirl of music, spellbound, as your audience listens with bated breath, and you play. You are caught in your own spell of beauty. Every note sings its own little ditty, breaking gently into the hushed, expectant silence of the concert hall. The notes fly into the air, one following the other, as they form angels, celestial beings, singing sweetly into the cold night air.

Your soul soars with them, as your playing transports you, the musician, into another dimension. One of calm and serenity, one of open grasslands and mighty oaks. A region of another world. A time and place always open to you, as music is this portal's key.

The song ends itself, sweetly, like a gracious lady taking her leave. And the audience leave, one by one, their minds relaxed, their souls enriched; ready to take on whatever the harsh world out there had waiting for them.

"Without music, life is meaningless."

--Unknown.

Agreed.

As they file out quietly, my fingers wander slowly over the strings once again.

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