The contrasting black and white on the masterpiece before me reorients my mind into the mode of a whole other language; a language not spoken, but sung.
As my bow slowly descends into position I feel a rush of eagerness and concentration flow from my conscious, spilling into my veins and drenching my organs.
One
Two
Three
Four;
I am off in a distant place; a destination known only to those who believe in the music; are the song.
My pulse quickens as the end draws near, arms rising and falling, fingers dancing upon the strings. As the notes gain tempo and decibels increase a climax is achieved:
The air becomes silent with the breath of music and it is finished.
The bell rings; leaving me still craving, yet things are gathered and the physical body moves to the next class, as if I never left my seat.