your music is pulling one into itself, wonderful, can't stop listening your street performance in Portland, once people listens to your work just once, most possibly they will be connected to it, please do more of Portland work, don't know why I love violin in street and part of running life, thanks and regards
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You give me motivation x
Exquisite.
your music is pulling one into itself, wonderful,
can't stop listening your street performance in Portland,
once people listens to your work just once, most possibly they will be connected to it,
please do more of Portland work, don't know why I love violin in street and part of running life, thanks and regards
Oh I love this!
Such beauty!
Much wow 🎻♥️
my wake up music 😆🎶
Thank you for inspiring me to be my better self
You are my violin idol and I look up to you
Nice. You are Very talented, Thank you for sharing this with us.
Been looking for this clip..oh my gosh..that talent though..so heavenly
Perfect! 😍👏🏻🎻
Beautiful! One of my favorites! Your passion for music shows when you play this song.
You inspire me always!
You inspire me seriously! The way you live your dream! I will always be a huge fan! Love you 😄
You certainly have the perfect last name to be a fan of Bryson’s! :D
👌🏽❤️👏👏👏👏👏
Amo tu música, no dejes de hacerlo ❤️❤️❤️❤️ cuando te escucho me transportes a otro mundo eres grandioso!!!!
Top notch my dude
听起来如此美妙，为什么没人知道呢。有的时候希望更多人知道安克雷奇市有一位非常优秀的小提琴艺术家。
😍😍😍
Can A Lady Love This Mister
Because of it 'we' laughed as grass is green there is she common. Realized; how it is I became, such implied in her, with favor. And being left off distant of, but near to her, I thus became. Whose teeth white flashed, the sun as she was now to show them. I was drawn inside by her sweet minty breath, she 'made', as was it I inhaled with each profound look, I rediscovered. Lost then finally found within, dark caves of sound, so deep and smooth, so rich and throaty, singing music all the time. Never ravaged but by scotch and time and filtered cigarettes. Though detached always above, I look again below it, such is an undulation a visitation, invisible muscles, the sea is moving. A young woman; on the beach 'she' hurries past us saying, drawing briefly it aside a red and white, pair of cheap sun glasses. Made they 'said' in 'china' hot a sweating mask, I looked beyond it. Bronzed this body made, I think of posies, confusing she with her. "If your woman and the Mister' (wish to take it to the ocean, does the lady and the Mister) 'wish to wash it lightly off? One day, 'in time each grain of sand and foam, 'she did - politely ask? I decided that if it comes when 'I'and if 'I' must, that this next verbal jolt, 'when it hit' could fly a kite without a tail, certain repercussions of those acute remarks, open cuts bleeding might as hearts are won and then as thoughts be lost. She with her and I, this afternoon could still may be, the sun so hot. I concentrated on both, by my seat a well of deep emotions. With a careful, deeper why, I trust my mind, too find it wonders. Kept thus safe in time, inside I've grown to know and ponder why. Wistful he for she/her much and subtle this my love, could be her double. Once was I, of kind like mind, a person drifts at times so far away, when life like that just walks away or simply floats right past us. Then washed amongst the rocks and foam the wind it blew away.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2022
💕🌹 love you forever
are u sure its edge of glory?
I think it's another one
Sounds like a mash-up between that and an Adele song.