Today was our big student recital at Valley Music Center, and another teacher and I played our piano/cello duet. I’ve been living with that music for weeks, humming it as I sat in the dentist office waiting room with Julia, humming it as I washed dishes, humming it as I walked the dog.
Someone posted our performance on the Valley Music Center facebook page, and I just listened to it. My cello playing sounds, well, adequate. A bit thin. A bit small. Nothing like the torrents of beauty that I feel when I play it. You can’t even tell from my face that I love that music, that I feel it soaring within. Nope. I’m just sitting there, moving my bow back and forth.
Oh well. I know what’s in there, under the surface. Maybe this is just another reminder for me to suspect torrents of beauty under the surface of other people. As we head into another year, as we turn our thoughts toward the Christmas story . . . (there was a lot under the surface of that story), I want to be listening for the inner beauty.