I could listen to a fiddle (different than a violin) sustaining a single note attached to a heart and a hand feeling the same moan and holler for entire weeks. I come from fiddle players on both sides, great-grandpas, and I feel it like a lifeline pulling blood that isn't mine through veins I call my own.
To put it simply: I want to just feel what I'm feeling, to be attached to it for as long as He says it's necessary, the sustain of the single note bowed and bowing.
And I suppose this is enough to think about for one night.
I feel ya.
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