Wood, steel and skin
he said,
were the three things
that made
the sound seemingly
take on a life
of its own, and meaning
like so many words
unsaid;
that, and the strings
that he picked apart
like thread, each
one vibrating with a sense
of its own unique purpose.
Wood, steel and skin
and a boy, alone,
making a sound
come alive
as though it were
made of
blood, flesh and bone.
And I,
watching it take flight
until it disappears from sight.
Soumik Dutta played the Sarod at Clare Hall, Cambridge. Summer 2010.
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