30 August, 2011 § 1 Comment

i came face to face with the most breathtaking instrument today.

it was amazing.  it could be so very little in one instance; in the next it would contain the whole universe – every single note that makes you ears tingle, every single note which you cannot hear exactly but which makes the world tremble straight through your being.

when it ends, it leaves you knowing what nothing feels like.  speechless.

i was a happy person today.  the bassoon was feeling much better after the trip to s’s workshop.  a bit of quivering on some notes, but that was probably me.  when bassoon is happy, i am happy.  each time i forget how much i need this, i find myself in a moment worth remembering.  how precious these moments are.  today.  every day.


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