Ode to My Viola

Leila bought me a seventeenth-century
viola

With
two bows,
one made of fiberglass
and the other one made of wood.
She
gave me the viola
on a cold winter day
to rearrange my
broken heart from the Misfit’s Hybrid Moments to
Bach’s Cello Suites

with the assurance that
music would be my tonic.

My viola,
with its pronounced curves
and
scratches,
is something I imagine having
a past life with someone else,

perhaps it belonged to
another beginner,
with hopes of becoming,
a musician:
playing for a Viennese chamber orchestra
honored
and delighted by the world but instead

I

a bitter graduate student, now
possess
this
divine
viola.
What makes it
so beautiful
is that for the first time
I can produce my own
cosmic

vibrations.
Although cacophonous
at times,
the notes from the A string are merely an emotional mirror of my inner self.

Nevertheless
Joppan and I made a short film
to create the soundtrack to my life.

We hoped to create a world where playing with art on a temperate spring day
created an illusion
of happiness,
for the erudite

in suburban New Jersey

to see the beauty of everyday materials

and
for those lacking hubris,
to resist
the urge to feel embarrassed

Running through the grass
I hopelessly wished
my viola
could do the same as I
but it lacked vitality.
It lacked the wit,
the zeitgeist
for my type of play

Viola
I regret
that you could not join me,
as I frolicked
with Joppan on the warm spring day

but
you are
beautiful
and
you are able to reproduce my anxieties and joys better than anyone else.

And this is
the moral of my ode:
beauty and compassion can come from

objects

that make it possible to play
even when they appear like an inanimate piece of wood.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s