Holy Melody Julian Ungar-Sargon December 9, 2011 “It is sweet to dance to violinsWhen love and life are fair:To dance to flutes, to dance to lutesIs delicate and rare:But it is not sweet with nimble feetTo dance upon the air!”― Oscar WildeRebbe Nachman says: “If you sing the right melody.. Onemelody can bring peace to the whole world...”Reb Shlomo CarlebachIn music there is connection,in music there is hope,in music there is refuge.Let me in please!into your secrets,those harmonics that expose the divine,let me taste the fruits of the keysand the honey of the clefs.In those dark notes are buriedsecrets of the universe,those strings of reverberationupon which the planets moveand the same strings in which the heartvibrates to, in sympathy.Let me be movedby your genius,by those devotees and composerswho sacrificed all at the altar of your museworshipping at the feet of your cellosin harmony and counterpoint.Don’t let me surrender to my mother’s cursewho cannot listen for the pain of it.She, who suffered to master the Beethoven andMendelssohn concertoscannot hear the music for the trauma.Open my broken heart to its healing waves.Your craft reflects both the exalted shores of allas well as the depths of despair,for your instruments vibratea counterpoint of secret potionswhere the world can be felt,in a crucible of alchemical mixtures;good and bad,agony and ecstasy,empathy and sorrow.It is truly sweet to dance to violinseven when “life is unfair”!for the only respite for mein this bloody painis your holy melody.Never will I forget the Verracini Largoor the Halverson Passacagliaas I lay in bedded agonythe moments I could drown outthe noisy painby the heavenly sound of the violin and celloplaying as if making love.They kept my spirits floatingdespite the monster in the depths below.So homage will I payto the muse herselfand hand on this holy craft to those little fingersin this 5 year old angelwho masters the do-re-meand feels each sessionas a triumph.