The Violin in the sand

The Violin in the sand

By The coastal writer

Every night I walk on the beach...

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Nobody waits for me and my time is mine.

My feet skim the gentle waves without making any noise and the cool water revives my sun-burnt body.

A note, a shrill sound comes out of the sand, like a voice calling for help. I look around, without fear...

Help me, help me!

With all my strength I start digging in the sand, but the voice continues to implore me.

Help me, help me!

I'm about to give up but a violin string. it comes out of grains of sand.

A violin begins to play a Bach sonata without anyone touching it.

A sublime melody expands in the salty air under the moonlight.

Always listen to the hidden sounds of your soul...


Claudine Lietaer

retraitée Education Nationale

4 个月

A very pleasant evening stroll when all dreams take shape!

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