He fell in love with the violin on a December morning on Marlborough, where a street musician was serenading the harried shoppers with O Holy Night. The tone was sweet and pure and strange, and it made Sherlock feel alone with the snow.
John, he has learned, has a weakness for choral music, which Sherlock indulges because he finds it difficult to deny John anything. But in the evenings, after John has gone to bed, Sherlock untucks his violin from its case, and rosins the bow, and coaxes from it melodies that sing of the only peace he believes in.