What is left unsaid makes this piece… Very well written, with all the more impact read the second time through because of that last line, which is important, but jot overwrought… Skillful indeed.
It would be slightly harder for me to destroy my piano…! MH :)
I get upset when I break a string on my viola! I could never imagine destroying an instrument! I love the paragraph when you described your violin right before it was broken. This is very good!
Wow, this is a very intense piece. I really liked it. Like M.H. mentioned, what you didn’t say is what made this exceptional, although what you did say was beautiful.
My first cello was named Shakimi, the second Lola and my current cello is Apollo. I can’t imagine ever hurting him in anyway. I even apologize to him when I snap a string or bump him against something. After I play, I thank him for the beautiful sound every time.
It sounds obsessive, and maybe it is, but my instrument is just so special. When something becomes the medium for true emotional expression, a little piece of you goes into it. I love that you captured that same feeling, but then showed how distraught the character was by personifying angst in the dismantling of said medium.
oh noes….how could she :(. I mean, I yell at my viola whenever she (named Augustus) is difficult with tuning (which is a lot of the time) but as soon as someone else gets close I freak out!!
I was left cringing. Poor frankie. For me, it seemed like an exchange – voilin for unnamed baby. It seemed like she was destroying one relationship to force herself to make room for another. Great thoughts went into this
Crap, this was great! I’m not much of a musician. I can barely play piano, but I still can’t imagine destroying an instrument… Much less one that you’re attached to… Powerful, and through the description of just one act, it tells a whole story. Simply brill.