Once….she was brand new. Polished, varnished, tuned, hungry for talented fingers to show her off at her best to an admiring public.
Now…she’s in a sonically unforgiving hall in a school in Donegal, left to the mercy of untrained fingers and who knows what else.
You’d know she was built well though. Class is permanent as they say. And her character shines through.
Whatever it is that you’re building – a family, a song, a house, a school, build it to last. Build it with love and care, and put whatever you can of yourself into it.
While it may not always be yours, it will always bear your stamp, whether people know it or not.
And wouldn’t it be nice if in years from now, it made someone’s day too?