Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Only the Fiddler Hears the Music
Today I saw a street musician playing a fiddle. Except-- he wasn’t really playing a fiddle. The bow strings were in shreds. The fiddle strings were nonexistant. And yet the raggledy-taggledy man played the silent instrument and danced a maniac’s dance. It was as if he thought the devil would take away his soul if he stopped.