Here
is a story of a man who has prepared all his life to make music on a violin of
four strings, who, all of a sudden, in the middle of a concert, found himself
with only three
strings; so he made music with three strings, and the music he made that night
with just three strings was more beautiful,
more sacred, more memorable, than any that he had ever made before, when he had
four strings.
So, perhaps that
is the definition of life, not just for artists but for all of us. Perhaps our
task in this shaky, fast-changing, bewildering world in which we live is to make
music, at first with all that we have, and then, when that is no
longer possible, to make music with what we have left. Let’s learn from the
following anecdote that appeared in 1999 book, When Life Hurts: A Personal
Journey From Adversity To Renewal by Rabbi Wayne Dosick.
Childhood polio left Isaac (Itzhak) Perlman able to walk only with braces on
both legs and crutches. When Perlman plays at a concert, the journey from the
wings to the center of the stage is long and slow. Yet, when he plays, his
talent transcends any thought of physical challenge.
Perlman was scheduled to play a difficult, challenging violin concert. In the
middle of the performance, one of the strings on his violin snapped with a
rifle-like popping noise that filled the entire auditorium. The orchestra
immediately stopped playing and the audience held its collective breath. The
assumption was he would have to put on his braces pick up his crutches, and
leave the stage. Either that or someone would have to come out with another
string or replace the violin. After a brief pause, Perlman set his violin under
his chin and signaled to the conductor to begin.
One
person in the audience reported what happened: “I know it is impossible to play
a violin concerto with only three strings. I know that and so do you, but that
night, Isaac Perlman refused to know it. You could see him modulating, changing,
and recomposing in his head. At one point it sounded as if he were re-tuning the
strings to a new sound that had never been heard before. When he finished, there
was an awesome silence that filled the room. Then people rose and cheered.
Perlman smiled, wiped his brow, and raised the bow of violin to quiet them.
He spoke, not boastfully, but quietly in a pensive tone, “You know, sometimes it
is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you
have left.”
A
man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he
cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve. Many
people die with their music still in them. Why is this so? Too often it
is because they are always getting ready to live. Before they know it,
time runs out. ~Oliver Wendell Holmes~
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