Paul G.

Monday's Sorrow brings Reflection

January 5, 2009 16:28

Today was a day of reflection for myself. I am almost half-way through the school year. I feel like time is passing by me so fast, yet it creeps so slowly.

I feel stuck in this state of time; though it's as if I don't want to be torn away from it.

Within this, there is something special.

One day in Summer, a neighbor heard me playing. He stopped what he was doing and stood outside by my window. The sound from this instrument composed of wood and strings brought such pleasure to a person when my bow touched the strings. It was a shocking thing to me. I've never had someone drop everything to just stop and listen.

To this day he visits to stand and listen. In the most undisturbing manor possible. Only to break his silence to say: "Beautiful. Just beautiful, Paul". And then I usually have to go on telling him I won't give up this "gift" he's so convinced I have. The word "gift" and it's relation to music means a lot of things to me. I feel that the gift of music is not to have extraordinary talent which trumps all other, but rather the ability to play music and share it with others. In some ways, an audience of one is much more than an audience of one thousand.

Touching the heart of one instead of playing for one thousand and nothing moving not one person is a major difference to me.

With these reflections comes insight into the things I persue and produce. As I practice The Lark Ascending, preparing, waiting for the day I can share it. A conductor on my left and an orchestra behind me are a powerful thing and I await the day that it will happen.

As I continue to work diligently in the manner I almost always do, I'm trying to be more careful, take time, and take in things.

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