Author's Note: I heart Bach. Seriously. And I swear my left hand has gotten a thousand times more calloused since I started playing his stuff. Just in case you were curious... or something.
Habit; 19
Bach's partitas for cello: melancholy, beautiful. Haunting.
His concertos for violin: vibrant, elegant. Soaring.
I've always admired classical musicians for their dedication to their art. I love to shake their strong, calloused hands after concerts, and I love to hear their heartstrings snap at midnight.
It's sad to steal such loveliness from the world, to know that their expressive fingers will never fly nimbly across strings again, that their beloved instruments will grow dusty and cold. That their seats in the orchestra will be filled by some stranger, or, maybe, a rival.
Still… that final snap is the loveliest song.
