Thursday, December 08, 2011

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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