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The Violin Plays Notes On My Soul
How Lindsey Stirling’s “Take Flight” always lifts me up.
Take Flight starts slow. The violin slowly picks up, and for me, slides in an out of my soul.
That is usually the spot that connects my current reality with the song. I listen to it when I’m feeling down, tired, sad, pick your pick.
Then, the bit starts. The bit that takes me away from my reality and into a dream. No, that’s not correct. It’s not a dream — it’s an awakening.
The violin strikes a chord in my soul so that I may find tears in my eyes — but do not mistake them for tears of sadness. They are tears of joy. The notes reverberate through me like electricity between clouds. priming me.
The violin continues to pick up speed, more and more, lifting me up into an imaginary skyline, I’m on top of the world now. At that moment, on the cusp of the chorus, that is the moment I feel the most emotional weight.
It’s like taking a too-deep breath and holding it in your lungs, only this time you can’t just release it to free your lungs. It’s music. It has a hold on me only a violin can exert.
In the timeless instant between two chords, I feel free. There is no considerable debt; there’s no disappointed father; there is no fucking lump in my…
