Leaving Marks
(reposted from http://www.violinist.com/blog/tajax/)
Jun. 4, 2005 at 7:38 PM (MST)
Leaving Marks
I’ve always loved thrift shops and secondhand book stores. There’s something romantic about an old piece of furniture or a yellowed book that makes me wonder about its provenance.
Once, I came upon this worn-out, dog-eared book of select poems by Neruda. What got to me wasn’t so much the reading material itself but the beautifully handwritten dedication on the flyleaf: "Dear ______, I will always love you. _____" it said simply.
Who were these people? Where are they now? Are they still together? Do they have children?
I realized that everyone leaves a mark in the world, though not always writ large for all to see. We leave a little bit of ourselves with everything and everyone we touch.
And then I think of my violin.
Itself a secondhand instrument, my violin came to me with a repaired crack on its belly and a chipped scroll. I’ve also made a few marks of my own since then.
I wonder, years from now when I’m gone, if the violin’s next owner will notice the small notch in the scroll from when I carelessly bumped into my music stand?
Or if anyone would figure out that the glued bit on the right f-hole is from a repair job after I (again, thoughtlessly) played around with my bow’s screw in the hole?
I cringe a little when I remember these things. They remind me that I should be more careful on the marks I leave and the impressions I make, especially on people.
For better or worse, though, (and I hope it’s more of the former than the latter) I have added something to my violin’s character. Irrevocably and indelibly, I’ve become a small chapter in its life and whether or not it is a significant chapter depends on how I act from now on.
Next time you see a used violin, take the time to look it over carefully. Each spot, each nick, each dent has a story to tell.
August 3rd, 2005 at 5:03 am
Impressions, irrevocable. Funny little thought are now running inside my head: canned thoughts (?!)
August 3rd, 2005 at 5:04 am
aw… typo error there