Silence,
shaped.
A piece of wood. A world of sound.
Enter the instrumentBefore sound,
a living grain.
Spruce carries.
Maple returns.
Ebony holds.
Figured grain. The back, ribs and neck.
Made by hand.
Held by curves.
An arched surface. A hollow body.
A thousand quiet decisions.
- Spruce top
- Maple ribs
- Maple back
A small space.
An enormous voice.
The sound post connects. The bass bar distributes.
The body answers.
A slender connection between top and back.
Hold the almost.
Four strings. Every line waiting for a touch.
G·D·A·E
Then,
contact.
The hair catches.
The string yields.
Motion begins.
One motion.
A thousand echoes.
From string to bridge.
Through wood. Into air.
Sound,
without edges.
The instrument ends.
Its voice continues.
Now,
listen.
The same wood. The same light.
A different silence.
Shape the wood. Hold the tension.
Let silence become sound.

