A few weeks ago my husband took me to the symphony. The man knows how music feeds my soul. He’s good to me.
That night we were to hear a whole lot from Mozart, a French horn concerto by Rosetti, and a cello concerto by Boccherini.
They had me at cello (get it? See what I did there?).
I love Mozart. I do. And these pieces were bouncy, delightful. I couldn’t help but smile all through his pieces. The Rossetti piece was also lovely, the French horns were flawless, soulful.
But it was the Boccherini concerto for cello. That was the winner of the night.
The cello soloist (Daniel Hass) stepped onto the stage carrying his cello like it was just another part of him. He wasn’t awkward in carrying it like I would be. It was as if lugging around an instrument that was half his height and double his width was the most natural thing in all the world.
He was young. Like, half-my-age young. The age of my nephew young.
He played to perfection. He held back nothing, putting in all his power and emotion and energy. He played as if his whole life were leading to him playing that music for that audience on that night.
He gave us a gift.
I wanted to jump up on that stage and grab his 19 year old face into my hands. I wanted to look him in the eye and say, “You are a rare gift to the world. Don’t squander this.”
But I didn’t want to be 1. creepy, or 2. kicked out of the symphony.
Thank goodness for having learned restraint.
Since that night I’ve been thinking a whole lot about rare gifts. Among us are painters and teachers and writers and accountants. There be gardeners and cooks and housekeepers and singers. Those who are natural hosts and encouragers and jokesters.
We are a varied bunch, humans.
And I think of what we offer as if our whole lives were leading up to this moment, this day, this happening.
We give each other gifts when we smile or help out or write a poem.
I want to take your hands in mine and look you right in the eye and tell you, “You are a rare gift to the world. Don’t squander this”.
You are a gift. Give freely and with much love.
You are a gift.