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This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at Smetana Hall, from the Romantic Praha. "Do not getting a hunch if all of "biola" be the same. Violin, the smallest "biola" is an common-well high-pitched "biola". While you analogous it with viola, then cello will be cry".

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at Salzburg Stage, from the Beauty Wina. "If you stringed up a "biola", you should be stringed it with mildness and full of feeling. Ya, 'adagio', walked slowly with full of feeling."

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at the Proms Stage, from the coldness England when the Indonesia's rain drops must be freeze at there. "Sound could be propagative used air molecule because the present of vibration, also 'soundpost' would delivered your feeling pass through the violin oscillation to the other's heart.


Do not judge Kenan's violin with your violin because 'he' would be cried. His cello pitch is so mild and full of feeling until the depressed Kenan who already lost all of hers could reached her happiness again. When her 'soundpost' cracked while people abusive word vibrated on her air, his hummed cello tone repaired the broken heart.

Year to year she endured by herself without a direction. If she turned, she only received a guilty of her father's and her fellow's death. If she looked straight forward, there's only a  mourning instant all of her desire in the music that her fellow love to much have been trampled. The last, she motionless mused her life without an expression.

There's nor a love. There's nor an affection. There's nor a note. And so, who Kenan must play her violin for? Whether she must be grateful to opera's wall which rigidly showed it smile like Lena done before? She just feeling it, her 'soundpost' was broken.

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom at Orchestra Festival, from Indonesia, my homeland. "'Soundpost' is a tiny stalk, reside in the deepest place at violin. It function is to vibrated a sound until your violin resonated. For the first time you played violin, nobody could know if it is stand alone at there. So is she who was not know if her 'soundpost' stand alone at there, for her. 'He' who turned to be her love, her affection, her note, and became her 'adagio soundpost' for her violin. So slow but full of feeling. Why it is an 'adagio'? Why not to be a 'crescendo soundpost' which little by little got loud toward her violin??"

This is a little bedtime story belong my beloved Mom, the favorite princess from Challysto family who found me out. "What the meaning of 'adagio soundpost'??" At the moment she told me from the far away land, that was never be picked up by me, the living one... I never ever understood. Just with this I could told you, extended her story to you... with my pleasure violin...