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When he closes his eyes and when the music runs through his veins, then everybody knows that he only lives for that one moment. This is the moment, when the whole hall completely grows silent and the first tune sounds. This first note is the beginning for everything that is going to come. It’s the spark that ignites the flames.

He is closing his eyes and smiles and then, when the first note is going to fade, still, after being overflowed by all the other sounds, his heart is free. It’s flying high, right into the sky and makes room for the freedom to take place. It is not long, that one moment, when the heart is pure and the body which creates all these tunes, all the feathers of music, is free to shine. But it is real, until this first note is fading. Then he starts to play music with all his soul.

Then his body is moving, his body which is so filigree and gracile, his body which is overflowing with charm. His acute fingers run onto the strings and play with his instrument. He plays fast, slow, high, low, sad and fond sounds with the instrument that got part of him. His smile shines and shows complete bliss. It tells the world, that he is only living for this one moment. For this one second, when his fingers stroke the strings. This is what makes his heart beating. Then he’s floating, his heart and his nonchalance are his wings. Then he’s flying high, with the music right into the heavens.

Description
When he closes his eyes and when the music runs through his veins, then everybody knows that he only lives for that one moment. This is the moment, when the whole hall completely grows silent and the first tune sounds. This first note is the beginning for everything that is going to come. It’s the spark that ignites the flames.

He is closing his eyes and smiles and then, when the first note is going to fade, still, after being overflowed by all the other sounds, his heart is free. It’s flying high, right into the sky and makes room for the freedom to take place. It is not long, that one moment, when the heart is pure and the body which creates all these tunes, all the feathers of music, is free to shine. But it is real, until this first note is fading. Then he starts to play music with all his soul.

Then his body is moving, his body which is so filigree and gracile, his body which is overflowing with charm. His acute fingers run onto the strings and play with his instrument. He plays fast, slow, high, low, sad and fond sounds with the instrument that got part of him. His smile shines and shows complete bliss. It tells the world, that he is only living for this one moment. For this one second, when his fingers stroke the strings. This is what makes his heart beating. Then he’s floating, his heart and his nonchalance are his wings. Then he’s flying high, with the music right into the heavens.