The Violin story
72I started writig this about 2 years ago and for some reason until today i could not find a way to end it and when i came home My wife Had finished it for me!!
Hope you enjoy it as much as we did...Mike and cynthia :0)
The Violin
A tree stands in the forest, once full of life and reason to live, now left to wither and die.
A carpenter walks down a wooded path; in his heart a burning desire, the likes of which he has never felt before.
A musician awakes to a new day; a new melody is dancing inside his head.
A student walks home from school down cast and alone there is no light in her soul no hope that lies ahead, for the entire world like a rose that has been bound in thorns.
The carpenter stops to rest and notices the old tree in its lifeless state. By sudden revelation he removes his axe from his worn leather pack and hacks off a limb and hurries home. Without hesitation he embarks on a new path to create” The Violin”.
The days go by, he fashions he sands until a most beautiful creation lies in his knurled old hands. Tears flow from his eyes as he pulls on the bow and a river of music flows from the strands.
A knock on the door, a greeting, “come in”.
The musician enters and sits, he grins as the music is played and evening begins. He takes the violin and plays a tune about joy then sorrow and then a melody about hope in God and the promise of a new tomorrow.
In the home of the student up in her room her window open the music drifts in. Touched by the music like an angel from above, her tears begin to flow as she offers her pleads to a God she cannot see but can sense he is there. Why did you take him? Answer me please! Show me a sign that my father is thine.
From Heaven above true love reaches down embracing his child who weeps alone, puts his hand on her shoulder and caresses her heart bringing light and healing where once it was dark.
A knock on the door, a greeting, “come in”.
The student enters and sits, with light in her eyes, a smile on her face, and a new song in her heart, she begins to sing. The musician’s melody now complete plays the violin like never before. The carpenter observing from his bench, greatly pleased, now working on another creation, his burning desire now reality, gathers his axe along with his leather pack and heads off to where it all began. The tree!
By Michael and Cynthia Quinlan
Started Nov 2006 finished 2008
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Only recently i fell in love with the music of Ireland and the bonjo and the violin.. thank for sharing
Thank you for sharing my friend
only recently i fell in love with Ireland and the music
the banjo the violin.
great piece.
Sun-girl :0)
Great name for a person from sunny Nigeria!! Thank you for and reading, glad you enjoyed it and thank you for becoming a fan :0)
Mike :0)
Amazing and quite an interesting story which i enjoyed reading.
Thank so Much Jpcmc :0)
Have a Great weeK
Mike :0)
It's amazing how simple words can create something profound.
Hattie ;0)
Could not finish as I,m not a poet like you and Cynthia...so it took Cynthia to finish!!!
mike :0)
Aww! Love this one! :)
THANNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKSSSSS MIchelle :0)
Been a while since Ihave been on here!!!!
Love Michael and Cynthia!!!!!!
Hi Mike and Cynthia, what a lovely story! I'm smiling as I am reading this one. Many thoughts are running through this little head of mine -- how God sends angels to comfort us, how He has given us talents and skills to share with others and make a difference, how music soothes the heart and pretty much about love from Him and his creation. LOL Have a blessed weekend and belated happy birthday to Cynthia. Hugs and kisses...God bless you both!
Hi Jen :0)
Thanks Jen!!! Happy new year
Mike:0)
i love this it is super great...thanks for sharing
jen
Rgraf ;0)
I have wriiten so many peices...but this one seems to have had the most impact and your comments where very touching and very much appreciated!!!
Thank You mike ;0)
WoW! Double Wow! I felt like I was there as each of these people.
Thank you for this beautiful piece - your own violin.
Hi Jeff :0)
I can just see you playing that violin in the Chezh republic and the big bad wolf coming along and you slice of his head with your Table Saw...LOL What a tresure to own!!! The Violin, Not The head.....although it depends how you look at it:):):)
Great to see you!!
Mike ;0)
Hi Tony ;0)
Boy South Africa, Thats along walk from here!!! Loved your profile and thanks for your great comment...God bless you and your Family !!
Mike :0)
I have my Czech g-g-grandfather's violin made in Chicago in the 1890's. I am sure it replaced an earlier one he brought from Europe in the 1860's.
Cheers!
Chef Jeff
Great story well written. Thanks for the sharing. And long may the two of you write together!
Love and peace,
Tony
Thanks Misty ;0)
That is so sweet, and really refreshing to hear in this day and age Mike. Good luck to you both :)
Thank You Misty:)
Sweetie pie ;)
Triplet Mom ;)
Sam ;)
Jen ;)
Have not had this much response in a while...Really glad it touched you all...Cynthia and I work really well together and in many ways think alike..I guess we are a good example of true soul mates, I`m very much in Love with her!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thanks Mike ;0)
A beatifully written story, mike and cynthia! Thank you.
Jen
very nice people, thanks for sharing it! I can see the three of them doing church in the carpenter's shop!
What a wonderful story, thanks for sharing!! I also enjoy how you worked together to create this piece. Thank you!!
Nice story with a beautiful message. So cute how you and your wife can literally finish each other's sentences.
Beautifully written Mike, (and wife), very moving and painted an actual picture in my mind of the whole scene unfolding. :)
Thanks sandy ;0) Yes please feel free to use it ;0)
Morning Gerry.....I love your great comments ....Cheers to you my friend ;0)
Ok I`M of to Bed again ...Mike :0) SLAINTE!
Creative writing about our Creator. No better fiddle, no better song and no better man! Cheers, G
Nice! I love the take on things that are never dead, or the tree of life lives on through those who desire to take from it, in this case, the music was a window into the sad soul, then again "life". or the life long journey of the tree, the miracle of transformation, from a tree left for dead to the life it gave to the musician and the sad girl.
What a great story!!!! 2 thumbs up, A++. Hats off to you and your wife. I think I will use it down the road, if you don't mind, that is.
Thank BD and Tatjana :0)
Both your comments mean alot...
Love to you Both Mike and Cynthia :0)
I agree with BDazzler: angels are playing violin in your hub! Thanks for that hub, is great!
Woah ... cool! You can almost hear the music.
mikeq107 Hub Author 7 months ago
Morning Darknlovely :0)
"Only recently i fell in love with the music of Ireland and the bonjo and the violin.. thank for sharing"
Your comment reminds me of a friend I have not seen for years..." Tony O Hara " Real name Leslie Lamont from jamica...changed his name to Tony O Hara when he discovered our fair Isle...Tony Used to play Music in My pub for free beer for him and his lads...he also became Mayor of our town back then...Miss him ...something tells me your an island Girl or I,m wrong :0)
Glad you discovered my country...truth is though I do not miss it...but recently I discovered Maui..love it..full of passion...love the locals and they can keep the tourists LOL..I,m a laid back man and in no hurry..going to move there shortly...lifes too short and I want to live it to its utmost!!!
Thanks for stoping by !!!
Michael :0)