The violin, an existentialist...

In this moment my silence is absolute. I let my senses explore the darkest questions. How can evil and marvel coexist as one? How can a wish to destroy turn into a wish to love within seconds? How are the sound of human bodies different from the sound of instruments? Can we use the same notes to write the music of abuse and the music of love? In the same pentagram? Can the notes intermingle with each other as if they originated from the same source, as if they elicited the same sensations? How many musics are there? Really, how many musics touch us deep, deeply?