Vivaldi Sonatas
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Maddie Carman, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2013
My fingers blindly find their way up and down the fingerboard.
The beautifully carved structure, the detail, the wood.
Always running, finding the note to please.
My fingers don’t rest until they’ve hit the melodic key.
The sound that rings out, that fills the room with noise.
Has been perfected over centuries, to produce perfect noise.
Musicians can only strive to fill hearts with pleasure.
From one to another, we continue to endeavor.
You could be an amateur, a cellist yet to blossom.
But all great musicians start from somewhere – the bottom.
The hours we spend, filled with emotion and frustration.
Some may call crazy, but we strive till completion.
Whether that is the Bach cello suites, or the Vivaldi sonatas.
With the hours we spend, once completed, push farther.
For the cello is a beautiful instrument.
And when we first picked it up, seems now was no incident.