minstrels meander through lines carrying songs of struggle, the lure of nature’s panorama uniting them, the land infusing the music, safe harbor found in a welcoming hostel

sorrow mixing with gladness, feeling pressure to perform, intently playing, eyes ahead, hands and bows manipulate keys and strings, voices pull at heartstrings

smiles of release lifting the corners of our lips, heads rolling, feet tapping, heartwarming tears of joy, dignity, community, playing on key, humor off key, a quickening crescendo, no trace of innuendo

losing ourselves in the music, finding ourselves in the magic

QUICKENING

Vibrating motions
Sensing something, otherness
Knowing emotions.