Feb 2019
With gentle spirit
kindly eyes
And mortal hands
of blood and flesh
He lifts the soul
toward the skies
And gives the fiddle
life and breath
A servant and
a human tool
To translate for
the wood and string
With coaxing, patience,
studied rule,
He teaches fiddles
how to sing
kindly eyes
And mortal hands
of blood and flesh
He lifts the soul
toward the skies
And gives the fiddle
life and breath
A servant and
a human tool
To translate for
the wood and string
With coaxing, patience,
studied rule,
He teaches fiddles
how to sing
Written after the incredible experience of watching the greatest acoustic fiddler on earth make his magic in a small room only a few feet away from my entranced ears.
(23/F)
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