To: Lilianna Jones

Date: Sat, Oct 28, 2020

Dear Lily,

Mr. Reynold said that you would ace all other violinists by the end of the second semester. You were more than happy, Lily, until you saw the dread masking other students faces. Everybody looked at you differently, Lily. You saw a weird flicker of emotion in their eyes; a pain, perhaps. You didn't realize why. Was it because they didn't receive the right appreciation as yours? Was it because the luthier refused to make them a new violin by then end of the year, excluding yourself?

They lowered their heads and averted their eyes back to their boots, everytime you tried to look at them. You didn't know if music could be heard within a fathomless silence, but at that moment, you wished they heard your song. 

Yours Lovingly

Lilianna Jones.