Hard chair-sitting, Ellie holds the violin at a sharp angle. I gentle her elbow and with an encouraging smile, move her into correct position.
She goads the bow down the string, another angle, half correct. She looks embarrassed. "You never needed help..."
"I did, and I still do." She breathes in slowly, and I follow.
I gently press her fingers down on the strings, a memory of bow-resin and callouses, a gentle hand over another's, the same way my mother taught me.
Her next note is perfect.
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Lisa Herdman
I'm learning to be wildly inappropriate, ridiculous, needy - and alive.
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Lisa, with even a few words you always tell such a STORY. there is so much not said...
Beautiful. Learning to fiddle or more classical?
Dear Lisa ~ It saddens me that you must think I'm out of your loop ~ Although we constantly end up on Google together - I enjoy your work! Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Author Community -