Maya

Maya will start college next fall. That means that she is leaving Madison. A phase of our relationship ends after having been teaching her for 10 or 11 years, and sharing more than just violin lessons. I know other paths will open for us, though. Now comes a time for her to grow and discover, find new definitions of herself. Time for her to continue opening up, give and receive as she has been doing it until now. To leave (physically) home and be independent teaches us a lot. It is the beginning of our journey as adults, an important-although no decisive-step. Life gradually shapes us up. We sketch ourselves into its threads with the lines we use to weave our destiny. 

His recital today has been a stroke of what she is and searches for: music and friends, violin and voice

Besides her, her friend Kate,

and all the people who are key in a recital and her musical life. Vince, the wonderful pianist who usually accompanies our recitals, is one of them

Sheryl, her voice teacher, too

I have known them for a long time. Music keeps on getting us together. A little over a year I played with Sheryl and her husband, Paul, in a benefit concert to raise money for a music festival (Early Music Festival) they organize yearly at UW-Madison.

I hope music will continue letting Maya and I be together.  May music let me witness her rich and beautiful blossoming. 

Look at her expression. Isn't it a wonderful gift?