Swimming in a sea of colour - that when playing scales. Starting in the snowy linen clarity of g minor, I alow my fingers to move, cautiously from fret to fret, until I produce a antique silvery ringing sound. Back and forth my fingers journey and like a spider knows the concentrik threads of an argent web, my fingers move along the linen white track of G minor. At last they need to follow the lilacy icy move coloured path of D major. I again allow them to make their way cautiously and as some confidence builds, I allow the journey to increase in speed. - of course only a fraction. I move on, to the crimson brightness of A major. It feels as if I am going round and round on a roundabout - around me lights of different colours and I am always cautious not to fall off into the abyss of unevenly ringing mandolin strings.
I thought it would be fun to play with your reflection here... hope you like it! Swimming in a sea of colour Playing scales. The snowy linen clarity of G minor, Antique silvery ring springs from my cautious fingers cautious, fret to fret, A spider’s journey Across concentric threads of an argent web, The linen white track of G minor captures the mind like a fly. The spider wanders to find the lilacy icy coloured path of D major. Again they make their way cautiously increasing in speed, Finding the crimson brightness of A major. Round and round the spider of my hand Engenders a Kaliedescope of colour and Always cautious not to fall into the abyss of unevenly ringing mandolin strings.
