Another one in english, because I want to :)

The melody sounded steady, firm and so well-known, I didn't even need to look at my sheets. I played this piece a million times before, I started playing this arranged version of the quartet last summer, over half a year ago. I played it almost every day and when I played it, I played at least two times... more likely were three to six times, but at least two times. I loved it, because the first time I've ever played the piece in its quartet version, I played third bass and he played first one. We both sight-reeded the piece and when it switched to treble for the first bass in the very last line, he played it as if nothing had changed. He sight-reeded a goddamned clef change. How in hell was this even possible? Even today, I couldn't do it, but that's ok, I could sight-read till the third ledger line above and the second one underneath and that wasn't nothing at all- he, instead, he was just a freaking genius. But today, while playing this familiar melody, I just left my mind in some way. I felt a titillate in my cheeks as the music hummed through my whole body. It has never felt like that before, but I loved the feeling. I didn't even realize that my eyes were closed, as my fingers ran up and down the fingerboard, flying, searching, finding. It just worked and it sounded so very loud. I thought I'd see myself from another pair than mine and hear the music from another pair of ears than mine, because it sounded beautiful. Not in that perfect way, but in the lively, riveting way of nature. My mind was so clear, so blank, there was just the singing of the wood beneath me. When I finished, I wished to start again, again, again. And I thought of him, playing in our ensemble, with his bleeding finger, the day before concert. I guess, he didn't even notice in this moment. He was in this other place of mind, which made so addictive, and which caused dopamine to rush through the body. With this though in mind, I stopped playing, because I wanted to play tomorrow to, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that day too. Every day. I found this place. I found his place. Where he'd gone every time, I saw him playing. When he looked so absent, so beautifully concentrated. I found that place in my mind too. It made me smile, made me smile radiantly and honest.