Melodies of Restoration
Tune as Payment
With a lump in your throat, you bravely smile at the tall man in the dark coat. He's the man from town who collects money from people. You hold out your special violin to him. This isn't just a fiddle with strings. It's like your best friend, always by your side. It's painted a beautiful red and has strings that sparkle in various colors. But now, it has to go away because you have chosen to give it instead of money. Tears fill your eyes as you watch him take it away. This brings you only a tiny bit of cheer. Sure, giving him your violin means your friend doesn't have to pay money. But you've lost something very important. Your favorite violin is gone.
Your hands feel cold without your beautiful violin's warm wooden touch. A deep ache sits in your heart. You miss the sweet music your violin used to play so well. You remember how it used to fill the room with lovely colors that only you could see. This violin brought happiness to many people and healed hearts through its different magical tunes. Without it, your world feels a bit too quiet. The quietness follows you around, making everything less bright.
Days change into weeks and weeks into months. You miss your violin so much, it hurts. Imagining your violin in your hands, you keep playing those remembered melodies. The hurt from its loss doesn't go away. All is gray without the violet, magneta and turquoise tunes painted by your forgotten violin. You often hum your favourite tunes to yourself, pretending you're still holding your violin. Trying to remember how smooth the bow felt in your hands. Your heart still clings to those soothing, magical melodies. The longing for your violin becomes a part of you. It's a sad part, but also a strong part. You have paid a price. And you'll keep paying it with an invisible bow on your heart-stringed violin.