There was a grandpa who taught me cello. A grandpa with a white beard. I first found a cello in the storage room. I was touching it, then he came to tell me “You know, this musical instrument was born in a place called Venice in the 1700s. Musical instruments live longer than humans. They are older than you. They are also older than me.”

I was shocked “This is something that’s even older than my grandpa, that came from an unknown faraway country and now it’s by my side.”

 My grandpa held my hands in his and taught me how to hold a cello. The cello was too big in my hands. For some reason, it was so poignant. I felt like I was being protected. 

Quartet (2017)