Finalizing his personal log for the day Tom lean backed in his chair and looked over to his closet. He stoodm his while scrub like clothing hung lose and comfortable against his skin. Opening his closet , he pulled out a violin case and opened it. The preped his bow and then let the volin rest under his chin. The blow made contact with the first string holding it’s position as if waiting for time to alow it’s motion to proceed. With an elegent stroke of his wrist a A scale roled effortlessly off his finger filling the room with sound. After a few minutes of warming up he stoped. “Computer play Violin Concerto No 1. Orchastral only leave the lead vilon part out i’ll be playing that” he noted.

The timpany rumbled softly as the orchastra opened the piece. Reed drew a slow lownote extening the start of his art. The emotion leaving his heart and reflecting the emotion led by the peiece his own twisting into it as it he had been the one to write it. Reed morphed into the 24min piece and lost himself to the music.

Ensign Thomas Reed
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