Wednesday, January 21, 2009

here, in this room

and honestly,
i'd sorta forgotten
that everything with the violin
started right here
about a year and a half ago.

here in that room
we would pass by every week
where that classical group
was practicing
and we would stop and listen 
at the door,
and had to be torn away every time.

that interest
turned into begging,
begging for our own precious
instrument, which,
as you know,
then materialized.

and now it's the both of them,
the both of them
that hear that music
from far away
and are drawn to it like magnets.
and today when the door opened,
they were drawn inside,
step by step
and stood staring
through their entire
20-minute break
as they played here
and played there
and it was all i could do
to drag them out.
will i be buying another
violin a year from now?


Mindi said...

At least you know where to find one this time. :)

Sue said...

My mother is a gifted violinist, and there is nothing more beautiful to me than listening to her play. As a child, I would lie under the piano while she practiced. My favorite piece in her repertoire? "In a Monastery Garden."