Sometimes a violin case is just a violin case.
It’s not a holster for a machine gun, lying in wait to be brought out to mow down gangsters and rival thugs.
It’s not a spy’s valise, carrying government secrets that if they fall into the wrong hands could topple kings and presidents.
It’s not a treasure chest, a safe place to conceal magnificent riches, hidden away from those who seek to steal your diamonds and gold.
Sometimes, it’s merely a leather attaché, lined with plush blue velvet and silk to tenderly cushion a delicate and prized musical instrument.
Thin spiral notebook 
Beautiful 🙂
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I liked this on several levels. And like violin cases, sometimes people are just what they seem, too. Very nice!
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The picture is excellent!
But, poor violin. It’s bridge is missing and strings look rough. In fact, the e-string looks like it’s missing too. Breaks my heart. Still, the picture is very inspiring. 🙂
Would you be offended if I linked to a short story I wrote on a violin player?
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Thank you, Jonathan. If you wanted to link to this post, that would be fine. If you wanted to send a link to me for your post, that’s fine too.
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However Pauley gets her business done, she gets it done.
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Music Maestro!
😉
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Doesn’t that just make you want to pick it up and play it, even if you don’t know how? It does me.
Leslie
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