art

Everyday I find myself saying i'm not

creative or artistic

elegant, or crafty, imaginative, or cultured.

But sometimes when I play my violin,

I get to pretend that I am.

I get to pretend that Im poised and confident,

that I'm refined and well spoken.

For a page, or two... or three or twelve, I know exactly what to expect,

and all my insecurities disappear.

And then its over. And I loosen my bow, and

go back to the

numbers.