La Musique

Sunday, December 2, 2007

A subtle yearning, a slight tug on my cordae tendinae.

She pranced down the stage, skirts afluttering, silken hair fanning out. Cradled in her hands was a violin and its bow, and behold the flitting melody that ensued forth from that simple wooden implement. A slightly medieval sounding tune it was, light-hearted and cheery, not unlike what one would expect at a fair.

Have you seen someone running and leaping with wild abandon, all the while playing a complex fast-paced melody, twirling and swaying to her own music? The audience was so delighted, they started clapping along, one old geezer even bouncing with evident ecstasy in his seat.

Oh I marvel. I envy. I mourn.

12:54 PM