His hands played along the surface of the violin, tracing the patterns worn into the wood. Slight depressions, imprintings of someone’s fingering, their palm, chin, sweat. Empty of catgut, Avram, the luthier, caressed and stroked the violin that was given unto his care for restoration. He closed his eyes, held the violin to his nose, and breathed in its history.
The drawing of the horsehair bow that had slid along the strings left intermittent grooves in the wood. They showed where a well loved piece was played, how the violinist drew against the grain of the violin itself. Clumsy or a style, it was all the same to Avram: this was a well loved instrument, that was apparent, and it would become one again.
He noticed the nicks, the dimples in the varnish, the grain of the wood, the stains not readily perceived, but there. There was a very slight crack near the base of the right F-hole, the chinrest needing to be replaced, a refastening of the tailpiece and scroll. Sitting on his wooden stool, Avram kept the violin out of direct sunlight, a strain for his eyes but a blessing for the instrument.
The tuning pegs were worn down, without sheen. Avram could tell that the strings had been replaced, often, their lifespan given to the music: either no longer playing true, losing the desired tone, or snapping in the frenzy of the player. That did not matter to Avram. He would eventually make a new marriage, adding the G first, then the D, followed by the A and E. He would attach them at the base, up the bridge, along the neck and finally connect them all to the pegbox. All would then be tuned, in harmony, restored.
This though, was still a ways to come. All in due time…
Eventually, time for music to be lifted out and carried, vibrating its musical message to others. Time for this violin to find new hands, a new lover, to be held towards and against the player, to communicate and be in tune once again.
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Author’s Note:
I was given a newspaper article by my SO about Violins of Hope, a project of restored violins that had a history of pain: they came from musicians who “experienced” the horrors of the Holocaust. There was a concert in Charlotte, NC in April 2012. The violins are now back in Israel.
This immediately got my writing gears in motion: I have plotted out titles of chapters, an outline, for what I will be working on next. I plan to get a first draft done of all this while it is still “hot” for me; then, in June, I’ll put this aside and start working on the second draft of the Swan Rise stories.
This was just to whet your whistle. I will NOT be posting any of my Violin stories on Tale Spinning after this: I want it to be marketable for an agent/publisher, if worthy. I WILL be looking for readers along the way, to form a small core group, maybe our own writers group, so if you’re interested, please EMAIL me (please don’t post it here: my email can be located on the right sidebar).
As to Tale Spinning: I’ll be dropping some pieces here and there throughout May, as the story comes to me or I find a fun prompt that inspires. Please check out my backlog of past pieces; there is a lot here, and if you’re new, well…then they’ll be new to you as well.
Remember: comments are always welcome.
Can’t explain it, don’t know why: Chagall’s art affects me in the strangest way.
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I understand: I feel the same way. I’m not in love with all of his work, but there are pieces… hope you enjoyed this “teaser”
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As a violinist I could appreciate this story. I could see my own violin in your descriptions. Well done.
Lee
A Faraway View
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Thank you Lee. I was hoping I captured the right feel for the instrument. I don’t play any, but the ideas are flowing.
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As I tweeted- the intimate love of a musician for the instrument- in exquisite detail, yet a short tale.
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Thank you Roy. It’s just a teaser. I’m going to start writing the larger work this week.
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Violins of Hope….I love that 🙂 *goes off to read more about it*
Xx
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Vikki: it is an amazing story unto itself. I hope I can do it justice. Thanks
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a beautiful description of the feeling of an instrument by one who plays it.I think many musicians name their instruments, such is the relationship, and the way they speak to each other. You made this come alive in your piece.
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Thank you Jill. Avram is a luthier, and his relationship is deep with the instrument.
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Stuart, great read and only read the comments now: you really do not play the violin? You had me there!
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Saw your comment on Twitter first: yeah, I do not play any instrument (although I wish I did). I’m just good at research (at times). Thank you. 🙂
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Stuart, excellent!
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Thank you so much Neil. Glad you enjoyed it.
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This is a gorgeous piece and will make a great novelette/novel. very moving and heartfelt.
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I feel I have novel length in me for this one. We’ll see. Thank you, Li. Really.
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This sounds like an amazing theme for a book, Stu! Your writing is captivating, as always. I loved how he “breathed in its history.” =)
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Thank you Sam. Congratulations on your marriage!! I’m glad you like this: yeah, it’s being worked on now.
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