the girl then took out her violin and played it to produce beautiful melodies of her own.
the rabbit began to bounce in her direction.
so intent were the children on their own music that neither paid the other any attention.
the competing melodies confused the little rabbit and he did not know which way to turn .unable to attract the little creature, both children gave up ;they walked away, in different directions, leaving the rabbit. . .alone.
but, what if they listened ,what if they really heard each other's music, instead of always playing their own tunes?
when i hear the music of a violin ,rich with the joys of men and women who came together and sang and danced.. . i hear echoes of the music of the grass lands, of the hills, of the rivers...of my own native land.
is music mine and yours, or is it ours?
what i want to hear is the er-hu and the violin played together, in rhythm and in tune. together, we can produce new and beautiful music, rich with textures and sounds that can only be made in harmony.
the rabbit sits in the grass in the ever-warming sun. waiting for us to play, waiting for the symphony to begin.
will he have to wait forever? the choice is ours . thank you.
