In the middle of a windy afternoon on a familiar street corner, Karolina Protsenko lifted her violin to her shoulder, letting each note of When You Believe FLY UP like the last rays of the day pouring into people’s hearts. The children sitting in a circle at her feet – “their eyes wide open looking up” – seemed to be lost in the FAIRY TALE world that Karolina was weaving with music. Each tone filled with hope and belief made the whole “street hold its breath”, leaving only the clear melody echoing in the space. It was not just a piece of music, but a magical moment – where the strange hearts of many passersby suddenly found harmony in the light of music.
Under a soft golden sunset, Karolina Protsenko stood at her usual street corner, violin gently resting on her shoulder. The first haunting notes of When You Believe echoed through the air, drawing …
In the middle of a windy afternoon on a familiar street corner, Karolina Protsenko lifted her violin to her shoulder, letting each note of When You Believe FLY UP like the last rays of the day pouring into people’s hearts. The children sitting in a circle at her feet – “their eyes wide open looking up” – seemed to be lost in the FAIRY TALE world that Karolina was weaving with music. Each tone filled with hope and belief made the whole “street hold its breath”, leaving only the clear melody echoing in the space. It was not just a piece of music, but a magical moment – where the strange hearts of many passersby suddenly found harmony in the light of music. Read More