Friday, March 1, 2013
The tree gets its voice
When the horsehair hits the strings, the wood seems to come alive. With this simple action the true voice of those lonely trees comes forth. For years they stood there whispering in the wind, anxiously waiting to sing a joyous noise. Created by God but exposed by man, it can wail a sad song that brings a tear to my eye and an ache in my heart or it can sing me a happy song that puts a smile on my face and a stomp in my foot that, try as I may, I am just not able to still.