A Day not so Long Ago I have forgotten where to place my fingers. They hover over strings wondering what to do. A butterfly cautious of danger lurking on petals of a flower it wants to sip on. The deep resonance of a note starts nervously then fills the room as the bow glides hesitantly over an open string. Remembrances of a time long past rise from the shadows like lives lost in a battlefield no one wants to talk about anymore. You linger in the background like a lost note on the cello unab...