Beauty is watching my very beautiful 16 year old girl, with golden hair, playing her viola. Such serious studying and concentration. I watch her fingers fly ever so fast and lightly over the strings. Her hand seems to have a dance of its own. Giving, coaxing, such beautiful sounds from the wonders of the singing wood.
She is sitting at the piano while playing the viola this evening, sitting so tall and graceful. Her graceful golden hair moving with her body movements, as the viola bow races back and forth across the strings.
She loves to play fast. The wonderful mastered sounds, are heard, as she allows the instrument to sing in beautiful rich slow movements of the music. Yes,Beauty is watching her grow, and seeing her as she becomes a wonderful young lady. Glowingly--she turns her head, and smiles.
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It's not how brilliant the chords sound,
Or how fast your fingers run.
It's not the grandness of the stage,
Or the large number of people who listen.
It's not how much more impressive you play,
or the greatness of the sound.
But it's the heart's desire to sing and play
What one has to give to another....Jen
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3 comments:
Carolyn, you should be a writer, do you know that? Your posts truly move me. The way you describe your daughter...I can see her, envision her, and feel the love you have for her. Your posts always tug at my heart. Thank you! I feel so blessed to have met you. :)
i remember reading that in your journal! You showed it to me a long while back... i even remember the title; how funny. :) Jen's been really down about not being able to play as well as she wants. I wish she could see herself through your eyes. <3s
Beautifully portrayed!
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