The rhythm,
the melody,
consumes me.
Fills me up.
Releasing
all emotion
freeing myself.
Singing,
the feeling
of the music
overwhelming,
engrossing.
Stripping away
any walls,
any barriers
that I have put up
for the world.
The smell of rosin,
the touch of my strings,
the low ringing of the C.
Completely me.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
Me at my most vulnerable.
For when it comes to music,
it is as close as possible
to looking directly
into my soul.
What would I do
without my release.
It is my life,
it is my love,
it is my soul,
it is my spirit.
It is my music.




I loved the short line structure,, it really added an impact to each word. This one really got under my skin and i can completely understand the idea of it. I feel like an idiot for asking this, but... what is rosin ? 
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