Her bow barely touched the strings, evoking the whisper of wind through dancing leaves on a warm summer’s day. Her audience, rapt, traveled with her to a world she only dreamed of now. Exiled from Faerie, the fey returned only through the imaginations of those for whom she played.
Beautiful glimpse into another way to see the world. So wonderful the way the words touch my heart. The music of the spheres asking me to dance in the rain 💕
Music can change emotions, take you to places imagined, if we surrender to the magic.
Beautiful glimpse into another way to see the world. So wonderful the way the words touch my heart. The music of the spheres asking me to dance in the rain 💕
I loved this! Music is a big part of our family bonding.
Kind of like your writing, I know you through the images you give to me 🤗
Music is magical. Does that make musicians magicians? 🤓