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Wood & String thing

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Tue Nov 14th, 2017

Vibrations behind eyelid magnify

exploding sensors in inner cortex

with soothing, calming, implicit élan

that thrills spinal cord, wired head-hairs—

such the violin’s delicate finesse.

 

Its sweetness is like sunrise on a hill,

bloom of a red rose bejeweled with dewdrops,

green-sheen encasement of a chrysalis,

fluttering flight of monarch butterfly,

peaceful awe of horizon summer moon.

 

Youngest of joyful, antique instruments,

fashioned of spruce top, maple neck, bridge, ribs,

ebony fingerboard, willow blocks, brass bar.

Violins improve with age like great wines:

makers hold secrets of the mystic craft.

 

But even greater secrets are burnished

in the hands of great violin masters

like Kreisler, Heifetz, Oistrakh, Menuhin,

Stern, Faust, Mutter, Meyers, Perlman, Bell and….

Five centuries of hypnotic technique:

 

Amati, Guarneri, Stradivari,

and those imaginative composers

who create those slender swerve-curves of thrill

that seize the listener’s presuming neck,

freighting the brain such Elysium joy.