#lentphotos - 29 - spirit

Does what it says on the CD.

"And that's all I have to say about that" (att: Forrest Gump)

the instrument: an ode to childhood's passing

It is a representative of many but it is the instrument. 

How do you love all your children equally? Anyone knows it is impossible to cut a smartie into three.

So the flute of one is the instrument. It stands today as a symbol for the end of an era.  Player of the silver-plated tube turns 21 today, the baby.

The instrument is itself a line, a demarcation under childhood.  

Other instruments too have passed through during the journey.  Recorder, piano, trumpet, violin, cornet, percussion, almost the entire saxophone family and not forgetting all manner of guitars.  

Recitals, concerts and exams. Recorded for posterity on photographs and paper certificates. A rush of internal sensory memories, sometimes triggered by hearing just a fragment of music.  

Music that has been a travelling companion along the way to adulthood.  

Hours of time exercising fingers and the mind (not always willingly) but over time aligning the kinaesthetic with the acoustic.  Imperceptibly changing the brain. 

A legacy that has passed from one generation to the next and given wings to fly onwards and upwards, having packed some of the instruments to carry along the way.

Shared exclusive conversations. 

A secret language.

The gift of the instrument has also passed back to its source and right back into the very heart.

She treasured these things in her heart, holding them dear, deep within herself (Luke 2:19)

(Linking with Tanya Amber and friends for #concretewords – communicating the abstract through solid things.)