Time and time again, I promise to post, and time and time again, I forget. I get busy. I spend too much time on facebook. I....come up with more excuses. I'm not going to spend time catching the blog up....I think I'll just start anew. Perhaps you may see a picture here, or an article there...I'm not making any promises, but perhaps I will simply try to post more frequently... Here it goes.



Yesterday I participated in a solo/ensemble festival with my violin. I play Concerto No. 5, 3rd Movement by F. Sietz. It wasn't my best performance, but it was enough to earn me a spot at region. In celebration of the five and a half wonderful years I've spent learning this instrument, I've written a poem. Not a good one, but a poem nevertheless.

Me and My Violin

By Audrey Miller

Patiently waiting for the moment of truth

Wondering, will the judges see the proof?

Was it enough, those hours I rehearsed?

Or will I make a turn for the worse?

Silently I stand, and prepare to perform

I’m scared as my palms begin to warm,

My shaky knees become hard to constrain

As beautiful notes dance through my brain

I feel nervous at first, while everyone stares

And then as if to free me from all my cares

My bow sweeps across the string

Making my racing heart begin to sing

That connection that only a musician feels

Makes the hair on my neck stand up with chills

The music runs deep through my veins

As I let melody and emotion reign

I never dreamed I could play this well

With beautiful tone, and the perfect swells

It seems like yesterday, I was just starting out

With hopes and dreams, but also a lot of doubt

My heart is on my sleeve as I continue to stand

On that stunning stage playing the best I can

All fear is behind me, I think with a grin

As I play the masterpiece --just me and my violin.