One of my favourite violinists is Natalie Macmaster. Her music is absolutely amazing, and she’s even better live. And on top of that, she’s extremely friendly and down to earth.
This is one of her slower pieces, and it’s absolutely beautiful. I can’t get enough. Bright, with a sort of longing, as if there’s something just out of reach.
This is a cutting board. In the shape of a violin.
I’m in love.
They fidget, they tap, they itch. The muscles tremble in anticipation, sending images to your mind. Anticipation, excitement. The feel of thin metal digging into soft flesh. Speeding over the wood, flying, creating.
The feeling spreads from your fingers to your stomach, where you begin to feel restlessness brewing. How long can you wait until you do it again? A finger twitches. Your gaze strays downwards.
It’s lying there innocently. You have yet to touch it, but from it your name resonates, singing freedom from under your fingers. It’s more than just a tool. It’s an extension of your body, of your fingers.
Paper flutters its loneliness from upon the stand. A story that sings when you read it.
So you pick up the wooden instrument, and rest it under your chin. It sighs into your shoulder, and cups your jaw in a loving embrace. With your other hand you bring up its counterpart, and let it settle on the string. Your fingers fall into a familiar position, and freedom sings forth.