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Violinist
A lone violinist bends over their instrument, fingers pressing strings with quiet intensity. The bow hovers mid-air, poised between notes. Music lingers in the stillness, almost visible in the charged silence before the next stroke.
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Lady At The Virginal With A Gentleman, ‘the Music Lesson’
A woman sits at the virginal, fingers poised above the keys. A man stands close, watching. The room holds its breath—silent, waiting for the first note. Light spills across the floor, catching the gleam of polished wood. Music lingers in the air before it’s even played.
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Ständchen (The Serenade) (1854)
Moonlight spills over the balcony as a lone musician plays below. The woman leans forward, caught between shadow and light, while her companion lingers behind. A stolen moment hangs in the air—quiet, charged, suspended between the notes and the night.
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The music lesson
A tabby sprawls across sheet music, tail flicking as a kitten bats at the piano keys. Sunlight slants across the disordered pages, one paw resting near an overturned inkwell. The scene hums with interrupted practice—half-played notes hanging in the air, the teacher momentarily forgotten.
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Emilia Floege Playing The Mandolin
Emilia’s fingers dance across the mandolin strings, her gaze distant yet intent. The instrument rests lightly against her dress, its curves echoing her posture. A moment suspended—not quite performance, not quite reverie—where music lingers just beyond hearing.
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A Musical Family (1905)
A mother leans over her child at the piano, fingers poised above the keys. The room hums with quiet concentration—sheet music scattered, a violin resting nearby. Warm light pools on the floorboards. Someone’s just paused mid-melody; you can almost hear the lingering note.
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Le joueur de banjo (1914)
A lone figure hunches over his banjo, fingers poised above the strings. The muted palette suggests dim lamplight, the hush before the first note. His shadow stretches long across the floor—an audience of one, waiting.
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A Pause In The Music
A woman in a flowing gown hesitates mid-movement, her fingers lingering above the piano keys. The sheet music lies forgotten as sunlight spills across the polished wood. Something unseen has interrupted the melody—a thought, a presence—leaving the air thick with unplayed notes.