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The unseen violinist plays late at night;

Long drawn out tones that tremble with emotion;

A haunting Czardas set in harmonic minor;

Flattened Sixths that speak of other worlds;

Of longing and beauty and despair.

The tempo quickens, the mood switches.

The violinist’s bow dances across the strings,

Like a wagon speeding across a country path,

The sounds of the wheels echoing as the night sky watches.

The violinist plays with ease.

A lively dance.