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Oh, how I envied
The exquisite tenderness
With which you played him
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

Oh, how I envied
The exquisite tenderness
With which you played him
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Comments (7)
This felt very open to several interpretations! Masterfully rendered ambiguity!
You are a master of layered meanings
I picture him sitting nearby, watching her play.
You can see this from various angles but it is all about manipulation
I don't see this as dark. I see this as wistful longing, a yearning to be held and made to sing in the same way as the violin. And she is so happy with that violin that you want to prompt that in her too by being played, caressed, interacted with, whatever. Playing can be fun and is not all about domination or being taken advantage of.
Oof, that last line! I agree with Sir Paul, that was a punch to the gut
oooooh this has a dark unercurrent to it! another powerful little punch from you, good fellow!