This story has been kicking around in my head for a few years. Always meant to write it but couldn't quite. It's a combination of the passing of the mystical mantle type song I hear a lot and an actual story that I can't quite remember. It involved an old man playing a broken violin, and eventually leaving it to the narrator. I can't even remember if the story was truth or fiction and it's been bouncing around with other stuff so long I doubt I'll ever remember.
*****I didn't want to try to hash out a live violin solo. I'm not even sure if my bow is in playing condition right now. If anyone wants to add some violin to this, I'd be happy to exchange trumpet playing for it!
I think it was a gentle breeze called me to walk among the trees
And breath their sweet perfume
And as I rambled and I roamed, something whispered welcome home
I heard a sweet and haunting tune
I listened till I found its source. A strange old man in garments, course
He played upon a violin.
The violin had just one string, and still he played and made it sing
And all the forest sang with him
I returned day after day to listen to the old man play
The music made my heart rejoice
I brought him gifts of food and drink. A linen shirt, a pack of strings
And all the forest raised its voice
Until one cold October morn, the woods were silent and forlorn
The hills and trees they made no sound
The man was gone without a trace, the violin left in his place
I picked it up off of the ground
Day by day and year by year I learned the song I used to hear
The woods awoke and sang it too
Birds of the air, trees of the earth, the river in its fickle mirth
And now we sing the song to you
Please keep your comments respectful, honest, and constructive. Please focus on the song and not the demo.