Street Symphony


Violins sing of a symphony, a symphony of Love, War, Scars and Tears


The chord plucks and the rhythm is set. Her body writhes, twist and stretch as the symphony melts into her body and soul.


Back and forth with grace and love, the violin cries of a song; cries of a passion that radiates throughout her body.


The violin’s song echoes through the air and the leaves dance with every verse.  Every graceful move through the streets of fire; allowing her body to flow with every plucked chord. She didn’t know why she let herself go, but her yearning heart felt it would jump from her chest and dance right beside her. Her blood never felt so alive with every music note and this was hers;



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