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Beautiful

The strings make soft dents in my fingertips as I warm up- testing the tune C-G-D-A again
I have cut my nails so they don't snag the strings
My bow smells of rosin
I am always careful not to drop my case:
It is a fragile instrument
I tuned it myself just an hour ago
Had to use the pegs and replace the C string
It wasn't slipping thankfully
The conductor counts us in and I begin
The resonant vibrato floods the room
I am holding the audience captivated
They cannot take their eyes of my hands
Up bow, down bow
Arco, pizz
Crescendo to forte then dim to piano
I'm first viola
I have the tune but a third lower
I pluck and bow and feel the chin rest dig into my neck, the shoulder rest steadying me
It is a comfortable feeling
I feel at home in an orchestra
I like the way everything slots into place
Each part sounds odd in isolation
But together we are beautiful
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
About playing viola which I used to do
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