As I'm sitting in my comfort and lost in my thoughts, I wonder about fingers and violins. I see such sheer perfection in violin fingers, such delicate and fragile fingers. Yet those fingers hold me, possess me, as they wash over my thoughts like waves, creating harmony. Each wave, a new inspiration. Would it be twisted to say that I can see those fingers creating such music, that they bleed. It fascinates me. What would a true artist give away to create one piece powerful enough to captivate people for decades to come. Speaking of true artists, I heard Lady Gagas cover of "Imagine". I think it was quite beautiful. People are so ineluctable to change, they reject her outright, saying she ruined a perfect song. I disagree.