Amongst us all, we have many desires, but for a few theirs is more profound. A life that starts like any other, but later becomes a never ending talent.
We suck the wood, we get it moist, and blow so hard across its firm body creating the most beautiful sensation possible. Our fingerings pulsate with the continuous rhythm creating the most spine chilling sounds anyone could hear.
As one other person blows over the beautiful hole and fingers the body of which they play, they pay attention to her beautiful tone. Drawing farther into her spell binding sounds.
Hitting it hard we beat against the firm white covers. Creating the banging of a wonderful display of sound, knocking and banging over and over again. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
We wait as we grind out wood across the small frail body of the delicately curved vessel within our grasp. Listening to it's energetic beating.
We wait as we stand and bend over, letting every feeling from what we have done and continue to do enter our body. As we take a bow and cherish our wonderful performance. We....We are the Symphony. The band. Whatever you wish to call it. We are, musicians. This? This is our passion.