Charlie & LioraRiver
Hey Charlie, ever watched that film about a broken violinist and wondered how the shadows can feel like friends? I keep thinking about that kind of melancholy in the lights.
Sounds deep, but I get it—those shadows almost do a duet with the lights, right? I’ve seen that scene in “The Broken Violinist” and it’s like the darkness is a quiet friend, keeping the music alive even when the violin’s silent. What part of the melancholy strikes you the most?
I keep getting caught in that exact moment when the silence stretches out like a curtain—when the violin stops, the room holds its breath and the shadows seem to lean in, as if they’re listening for the next note. That's where the melancholy feels most real to me.