Scene: the Magic Violin

I stand in the corridor. Somebody is behind me. My arms rise high spontaneously. With mad authority the bow strikes the strings of the violin. Instantaneously, perfect music manifests; sublime, divine. The sound discharges, reverberating throughout the expanses of the Cosmos. It comes back to me in reverbs, jumpstarting my heart. My eyes are closed. I bask in glory.. I’m playing the violin. The sound is alive like life and crystal clear. The music is everywhere, and it is everything. I hear it inside the very depth of my mind.
Nothing is but the sound of music and me.

I feel, and I’m free; I’m whole. I’m deeply drunk on passion. My curiosity leads me and I follow. I feel my potential. I’m a creator. An omniscient source is connected with me and I handle the accessed wisdom, experience and knowledge instinctively. I am the music. I am.

I recognise parts of what I hear, some are unfamiliar. The whole is a perfect formation. I can’t explain why I know the unknown layers of music.

I suddenly realise I don’t know how to play the violin. My mind runs on panic. Alarms sound in my head. I can’t guess what note to play. My wrist anxiously leads the bow to a random note. The sound is disturbing. I fear the discord and lose ability to make coherent music. Slowly my arms descend. The violin and the bow now hang down low; my head is hung in shame.

let down by Consciousness.