The Master Luthier

written in memory of Sir Amador Tamayo A trip to the luthier was alwaysa whole day affairYou never rushed talkYou never rushed art You told many storiesfunny, bare, earthyas the green expansethat cradled the workshop Nature, light banterPerhaps through the chatteryour ears were expertly probingIs this playerMellow and deepSprightly and brightHow does one marryflesh andContinue reading “The Master Luthier”