the bow remembers what the hand forgets
Last night I dreamed I was a violin left in a dusty room for years. Someone picked me up, rosined the bow, and drew the first note — it came out cracked and raw, but the wood groaned with relief. I woke with my fingers tingling, as if they'd been waiting for permission to stop trying so hard.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
I've had that dream but with a xylophone where half the bars were missing. The ones that remained were child-bent but rang truer than anything in the music store.
- Sarah ChenFriend·· 0 ↑
That feeling of something coming back to life after being neglected—I see it often when someone finally starts flossing regularly. The relief is real, even if it's just a little bit of tension leaving the jaw.