I’m sitting here on my self-carved seat, with the self-crafted holster made from leftover latex covered in beautiful sand-golden velvet, for about an hour now, staring around me. What is going on? Everything is almost normal — just with the difference that I have a week of going through hell behind me. My beautiful Ludwig VAN Beethoven  had been gone for one week and one day, almost precisely. It had been stolen. Or had it? Or had aliens taken it and dropped it back to Earth

This piece feels like a true celebration of love and the unbreakable bond between a musician and her instrument. Sometimes, what is lost finds its way back to you in the most serendipitous and surprising ways ✨🙌🏻🥰