sometimes the strings are so out of tune it is hateful and could drive you crazy and sometimes I try to tune it up and I wind it so tight the string breaks and sometimes the weather is so contrary that I can't tune it anyway and days go by when I can't play a simple scale because when I wind the string to exactly the right place the peg unrolls all the way back and it just keeps doing that as if I am destined to never play another note and sometimes I want to give it away and play something else like a drum or a kazoo and sometimes I think about what it would be like to play nothing at all and never worry again about tone and tempo and articulation and often I walk by the living room and just to see it there waiting makes me smile and somedays I get every note right and my god it sings and vibrates through my body and my heart and I breathe in rhythm and the birds outside sing like the dawn of creation.Gail Golden
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