Pirata's Stories

Auditory Induced Depth

there is something so beyond beautiful about this instrument.  

PULLING grace.  

horsehair and cat gut were never so beautiful.  

the longevity of the solitary C note played on the G string.  

feeling the sound waves from the hollow body of the instrument like a whisper of a breeze on my face as my chin holds it close to me.  

ah it is just so much.  my repertoire is no where near impressive but regardless, i feel like my soul lives in that box.  

it is deeper than any love any being could evoke.  

it is a deepness and it fills me. 

it feels like the bottom of a diving pool.  i swam much as a child and one time someone threw a friend’s goggles into the pit that was the olympic high dive pool.  being the brave one, i promised i would retrieve them.  

down i went, my body fighting laws of density, pulling at the water to let me climb down into her.  my arm extended, reaching ever reaching and the quick grasp of success.  as i turned my body inward, tucking my legs in as i pivoted, i was poised to kick off of the bottom of the pool and up towards the air i needed.  but as i was turning, i stopped and looked up.  

every gradient of the color we call “blue” was before me.  i was quite deep, deeper than i have ever been in any pool, and it was terrifying for a mere second. curiosity overcame fear and i drank the blue with my eyes, committing it to memory and then like a rocket i was off towards the open air.  

that first gasp of air was never so satisfying.  the cheers from comrades was happiness to my ears, the smell of chlorine permeating, and the din of the busy pool washed away the distant feeling i was emerged in moments ago.  

when i play low notes on this instrument, i am back at the bottom of that diving pool.  i see blue.  i see blue all around me and everything else in life is miles and miles away, up above the waters, busy amidst its own din and chemical entropy.

(originally written 7 August 2009)