The Music That Mended Broken Things
Notes That Sewed the Invisible
A violinist played melodies capable of repairing cracked pottery, torn fabric, even wilted flowers. One night, a man asked him to mend a broken heart. The violinist played an impossibly gentle tune, but the man felt no change. The violinist said, “Objects break. Hearts unfold.” The man understood healing was not a repair, but a transformation.
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