This is such a tender, beautifully controlled story. I loved how the guitar becomes almost a widow itself — not just an object, but the keeper of Mike and Marie’s lost music. The blackbird and the sudden return of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” felt quietly magical without becoming sentimental. And that ending buying new strings is perfect: small, human, hopeful, and earned. Truly lovely writing.
Thanks a lot Bella for your wonderful appreciation of quite a bitter-sweet tale. I'm glad you didn't think it was too icky. Mike is a guitar player. He must find redemption in playing again. Marie would have wanted him to.
At first I thought it was a violin, Steve. You gave me a tender journey through the process of grieving, ending with a spark of renewal. So many talented musicians have died from auto, bus, and plane crashes while traveling to their next gig. It's a hard and dangerous life.
Thanks so much for reading. Yes, life on the road has many hazards and pitfalls, but I was determined that Mike would eventually play again. He is a guitar player through and through.
This is such a tender, beautifully controlled story. I loved how the guitar becomes almost a widow itself — not just an object, but the keeper of Mike and Marie’s lost music. The blackbird and the sudden return of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” felt quietly magical without becoming sentimental. And that ending buying new strings is perfect: small, human, hopeful, and earned. Truly lovely writing.
Thanks a lot Bella for your wonderful appreciation of quite a bitter-sweet tale. I'm glad you didn't think it was too icky. Mike is a guitar player. He must find redemption in playing again. Marie would have wanted him to.
Well played.
Rock on!
And the music resumes! Nicely told. I loved the guitar’s POV.
Thanks a lot for reading. Yes, an acoustic guitar such as a Martin is a living, breathing thing. She must be caressed.
My son, who plays guitar, would agree, I’m sure.
Glad you have a guitar player on tap)))
this was beautiful. thank you for writing
Thanks a lot for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.
At first I thought it was a violin, Steve. You gave me a tender journey through the process of grieving, ending with a spark of renewal. So many talented musicians have died from auto, bus, and plane crashes while traveling to their next gig. It's a hard and dangerous life.
Thanks so much for reading. Yes, life on the road has many hazards and pitfalls, but I was determined that Mike would eventually play again. He is a guitar player through and through.
Lovely but only half the trip. The road beckons. Nonetheless it stands on its own ... almost.
Thanks for reading Irving! I'll leave them wanting more)))