i've never met a violin who refused to sing
never seen a bow glide across a perfectly
taut string and mute its deepest vibrations
now i have heard the screeching
five-year-old violinist voice
unafraid to shout out that
slow stuttered Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
i've heard the ding of dimes
and quarters falling into a hat
of the subway musician letting
his instrument speak
i've heard applause stampede through the hall
after the second movement
of Rachmaninov's 3rd symphony
i suppose it could choose
to refuse the melodies and harmonies
to play it small
and deny its voice
to hold its breath
and cease to breathe
but i've never met a violin who decided
not to sing
and if i could gift all the passion
inside of us with any one thing
i'd resin up my bow
and tune our heart strings to the
freedom of voice, the ease of being
the indelible choice
to always keep singing
it was a beautiful practice, and i'm grateful to be able to share in it on the mat and with my words. may we each find our voice and let it flow.
Read this powerful story about voice.
3 comments:
Beautiful as usual! Love!
Thanks, Mare!!
The power of words! May we never be silenced as we speak the truths that challenge and encourage and build and give light to Creation...may we always speak the truth!
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