La Musique

Saturday, January 19, 2008

I've always thought the violin produced tones of raw passion, be it the lingering dolce, or the plaintive doloroso.

Sometimes like the lick of honeyed sugar, sometimes a searing pain akin to a burning scar.
So harsh it's bewitching. So exquisite, it's liquid agony.

Primitive expression the result of carefully-controlled execution.

9:46 PM