We are not just people with bows in our hands.You are not just people with bow-ties.
We make music together and so we become musicians with sharp arrows, …while you become hearts.
You fall, but not anyhow. You fall in love and you feel the narrow space of a hall turning into infinite time.
In the end, we are so smalland so big at the same time. We are our bows.We bow to beauty. We bow to music.