The Hillside Graveyard

[Musiq]

What happened was:

I woke up in a graveyard, the skies were clear and starry, the air was crisp and clean, which kinda contradicts the scene, i would have expected it to smell of freshly turned dirt, the remains of someone long forgotten left to the worms in the ground. Im sitting on a hillside, listening to the whispers of the night, hearing the crickets play their midnight waltz. Then Music, floating gently on the soft breeze, touches my ear. Violin music, playing a song for the dead. Then i look up and i see a shooting star, floating through space, leaving a light streak across the sky. Make a wish, someone whispered to me. Closing my eyes, i wished to be happy…to have something to sing and dance about, to be inspired once more. As i wish upon this shooting star i see one person…only one. I realized then, he’s the one that could potentially inspire me. Someone that could make me dance and sing without a care in the world…only him. Afterwards, i was hearing more than just a violin solo, more than just an ode to the dead, but a symphony of instruments, playing music so beautiful and energetic, i could not stay still. Without a second thought, i just got up and danced. I danced all night in that hillside cemetery, under the stars illuminating the dark, velvet night, till the sun arose and chased away the magic beauty of that starlit night.

[Bowyn Aerrow]

For a couple three years I would go to Colma weekly or more often - the City of the Dead http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colma,_California to visit the dead.

This was during a dark period of my life when I was struggling with many things on top of melancholia (whatever now simply calls depression). I did rubbings of the elder stones, and would walk around for hours reading names and dates getting a better idea of how short life really is.

I would take my violin and play in the mausoleums - great echo chambers. On nice foggy days I would play outside to the graves. There is something about how fog mutes the sound of the instrument I really like.

In jest I would say 'At least this audience can't run away!'

I also made friendships with a few of the cemetery/memorial park folk tenders and operators who allows me to play 'for the dead' as long as I kept from upsetting visitors. As far as I know none of the visiting living got upset.

[princealbertofb]

A beautiful description of a moment of inner peace, Rave, maybe you met Bowyn and his bow without meeting him in person. Maybe you danced to the music of his soul? mile:

[Musiq]

Lols thats an interesting notion.....haha who knows what i find odd was that me and my friend Joey both had this same dream within about two days of each other. yet he saw a woman in white playing the violin, the Lady of the Moon, as i like to call her. I just heard the violin and the music being carried upon the breeze.

[Musiq]

By the way Bowyn, the violin is actually one of my favorite instruments....ever heard of the song called a moon filled sky, or Ikuto's violin song? both are quite beautiful