The Bond (Becoming Music)

Tuning a Burma teak surbahar
requires devotion far greater
than any guitar demands

Eight main and thirteen sympathetic
strings wound on friction pegs
and wondrous teak, the greatest
of all surbahar woods
is an oily thing
The pegs prone to slip unless
forced hard, chafing the palms
and this magnificent beast is
tuned by ear in relation to a
drone tone, the “sa”
And it must be precise

Exactly right

or its spirit will not shine
Its resonance will decay and
then it’s only wood, expensive
decor, not at all what it’s for

To tune it is to know it
intimately, an exquisitely
painful meditation that
in time forms a single soul

There are few that can
even hold it
let alone play
but I sit with it

Practicing patience


Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

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