Hello Dear

It’s been a while.

I know ours hasn’t always been the best relationship: I saw our time together fall to new lows, and now we can’t even see each other if we wanted to.

Please understand, it’s hard to find the time to even think about you when you’re a world away.

I don’t know if I’ve forgotten the curves of your body yet, or if you might be losing some of your timbre, or if I’ll ever move beyond “bumbling amateur” with you.

It just got too predictable. Too staid. You kept me interested with flashy runs and fingered tenths, but it couldn’t mask the fact it wasn’t what I wrote, it wasn’t what I felt. No.

You couldn’t hide from me the fact that other people could play you better than I could, that I couldn’t match their skill and be something.

No.

But one day, soon, I’ll be there to play you. We’ll find a community orchestra or two in which to play. Or I might find some time and money with which to outfit you with a brand-new spankin’ pickup, and we’ll go explore some of the wilder soundscapes. Maybe write some actual music, instead of just hanging off the masters of old. Blaze new paths, wow new crowds.

Together.

I promise.