And I will swallow my pride

You're the one that I love

And I'm saying goodbye.....

Today, the keys are burning under your fingers. And I come back with a smile. I don't want to be sad or worry about something. I made a small victory over myself and returned to music. The violin was crying for me again, healing my wounds. Restoring strength and a sense of calm. It's worth stopping. Get some rest. And it's scary. Suddenly I will stop playing and everything will return. No. No. I'll stop. And I will continue again in the evening, at bedtime. And the pills are already on the table. Waiting for new, empty nights.Nights without your eyes... There are no ghosts today. Or maybe I just don't notice them. And good. I'm playing a little crooked after a long break...