Violin concerto for one

I met an acquaintance last week, who honoured me with a sad story from his childhood. I have weaved this tale from my imagination, so even though the details are fiction, the core of the story is true.

I can see him as he was back then, a bright seven-year-old holding the hand of his beloved father. Together they enter the concert hall, settle down amidst the plinging of instruments warming up. He likes it there in the darkness, hand in hand with the person he loves most.

The spotlight on stage picks out the young violinist as he becomes one with his instrument, his body an elongated note of music. The boy holding his father’s hand floats away on the music, carried on its shoulders to new heights of love and inspiration.

“I want to play like that for my father,” he says. For the next few years, he practises his love, playing it out with every stroke of the bow on string.

At last, after six years, he is ready for his own concert; his own spotlight.

I see him there – trembling on the stage – caressing the violin with his bow, creating beautiful notes that he leaves at this father’s proud feet as a gift.

The father’s love for his boy is reflected in his tears.

Soon after the boy gives his first concert, his father dies.

And the boy never picks up the violin again.

That young boy is now over 60 years old with children and grandchildren of his own. Yet he told me his story with love and tears in his eyes. Such is the power of love.

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36 thoughts on “Violin concerto for one

  1. What an incredibly beautiful and yet heartbreaking story! And yes, such a beautiful way to honor your acquaintance. Thank you for sharing this, Ladyfi. I do hope you have a beautiful week with laughter and joy for life.

    Sylvia

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  2. I imagine his father in heaven also shedding tears for the loss of beautiful music. Lovely story. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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  3. Beautifully told, Lady Fi. Please tell your dear friend it’s never too late to honor what his father would have surely wanted – to have the music live on through his son. I have a dear friend who is nearing 60 and she just started playing violin again after decades apart from it. She is enriching the world now and plays incredibly. I hope he pushes through the sorrow and gives his gift back to the world.

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  4. Don’t know that I like this story – usually your parents will die before you, that’s the way it is. No reason not to carry on. Would his father want him to stop?

    But interesting story.

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  5. Tears line my cheeks as I ponder the story behind the silent instrument.
    My hope is that the man in your story not leave his violin silent, but will share his gift with his children and grandchildren, and they with theirs, and on it goes…

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  6. Hi lady Fi, A wonderful story, I have one similar that someday I will blog about..I think perhaps it is something to do with the power of the bow..maybe tomorrow for my wistful wednesday post..thanks for sharing and more importantly thanks for listening both to the elderly gentleman and to me:)

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  7. A touching story, and, though I don’t think that would be my own response, I think I understand it. I am hearing Sonny Rollins playing “Without A Song” in the back of my mind.

    Perhaps he was just left without a song.

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  8. That was very moving, and a pleasure to read. Congratulations on the post of the week mention, by the way.

    You did your friend’s memory a good deed, by the way. Now his memory, that brought tears to his eyes brings tears to the eyes of others. In a way, it brings his dad back, doesn’t it?

    All of us reading here are thinking of that little boy, and of someone he loved so much that the world needed less music in it, to honor his loss.

    Can you think of a greater mark of love? So many things are done in memoriam. Benches are built, statues erected, something is created, or done, and that’s splendid.

    But removing a tiny bit of beauty from the world as a way of honoring someone’s memory has a splendid beauty all its own. Who could fail to know how much that man loved his dad upon hearing that?

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