Her long fingers on that violin, saying to a friend.
"My brother is so talented."
As she raises the roof with bow and string.
Him beginning to pull music now and not just sound.
Becoming a cellist will be good for him.
Learning to not just play the notes, but to FEEL the music.
I watch his eyelashes flutter a bit, and smile at the way it begins.
How music embarks our ship souls on high Cs.
And gives our hearts wings that soar and float and glide.
Leaving us weak kneed and wondering sometimes.
That we were given such a gift.
Just a note,