There was a buzz at my fingertips, a vibration upon my lips, as I controlled wind. Tones from a long silver tube dug into me, a resonation. For some unknown reason, I knew these tones could be felt by others. I played in every conceivable venue. Without looking directly into their eyes, I could feel their vibrations touching back the notes I produced. I could feel who they were, their joy and pain and the myriad of feeling in between. I know that sounds strange.
I spent 4 decades as a professional flutist. It was magical and it was a hell of a lot of work. I sacrificed friends, lovers, and even life, buried by the spell the instrument had cast upon me. Maybe you can hear some echoes in what you read and see in this blog as I break the spell.