Musical needs

Every time I hear a violin doing a cover I can’t help but put myself in a daydream as if I'm the one playing the song. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and submerge myself in the flow of the notes. The feel of the melody takes my imagination and runs wild with it.

It never fails, I’m always in the same spot. No matter what the song is, I'm surrounded in this meadow with wild daisies all around my feet, White dress politely laying over my curves, gently blowing in the spring breeze, Beautiful mountains looking painted in, Bird’s coasting above me in the distance. The sun is shining warmth and comfort down on my shoulders as I gently sway my body with my bow, You watch it effortlessly glide over my heart’s strings producing this once in a lifetime sensation you cannot only see but you can feel it, like goosebumps sneaking up and covering your whole body. You can hear it in every note and breath, In every hair of my bow. You are drawn in with every orchestrated movement made by my fingertips and body. As you start to move with me, allow yourself to relax your mind and get swept away by the same breeze, the same warm comfort that blankets our souls together. You close your eyes and when you open them this time is only you. You are the one standing in the middle of the field playing this beautiful piece of raw emotion that you never realized was possible. You can feel every drop of my presence, Every piece of my desire guiding you to play from the hidden depths of your minds most sacred demands, You take another deep breath in again ...But this time, You open your eyes and your back sitting on the couch with your headphones in, You look down at your phone, and it’s another violinist cover you dream to be playing one day.

-Marissa Knappert