The Voice of the Cello
By Angela MacDonald
Photos by Carol Carnicom
Quiet Walk Photography
Like the deep vibrations of a Tibetan monk’s chant,
there is something sacred about the voice of a cello.
They say that infants feel the world in the way they did
before they were born. They see sound, feel color, and do so
with closed eyes, their minds more expansive than the bodies they inhabit.
It is this very state of awareness so many seek to gain through meditation and prayer.
When there, it is the voice of the cello that vibrates
through the cords of the universe.
There is something that all will admit to about the cello.
A person needs only stand before a cello choir playing in unison,
and close his or her eyes. The world you dwell in will vanish and the
realm of wizards, of magic and endless possibility will flood into you.
The mundane will take a step back, and dreams of space, of distant stars
and spinning galaxies, of deep mountains and shifting time,
of the depth of the earth, of gia, of gnomes and fairies, of the soul
will be carried to you on the rich tones of the cello.
The musician becomes a shaman, casting spells to open your mind and soul.
Creation does not recognize the instruments we hold as separate from us,
nor does it say “that is but a wooden box with strings”. It recognizes vibration.
To the skilled musician who gives energy to the strings, the universe will say,
” Ah, there is the Great Hump Back Whale….
I sing back to you, Emerging Star….
I hear your slumbering soul ….
Yes! We are one!!”
To all you musicians who become gods and goddesses by your creation
of the vision and by your transformation of the mundane,
“Thank You” from all who hear you,
and all those who don’t.
Author: Angela MacDonald – Daughter of a Cellist
6 thoughts on “The Voice of the Cello”
What a beautiful poem. I feel the same about the cello. And it is true? this thing you say about your dad being a cellist? Wonderful! No wonder you are so spiritually alive!
It was not her dad, but her mom, me, Carol, the photographer who is the cellist. That is what I do for a living – teach kids to play the cello. When Ang was very young, she heard me playing in a cello sectional or some such, and the memory stayed with her. Kind of cool that her son, Oden, is now also learning the cello.
It brings me to smile and tears to my eyes, some of the best memories in my lifetime.
Yes, indeed, every time I hear this, I get teary-eyed. You will LOVE the You Tube version which soon be going up. I’ll post a link on FaceBook when it is ready. It was this blog that kept me going when I was forgetting why I play the cello.
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