Alone With The Sun And Wind I Sing Of My Years

Musical instruments are not static things. They're dreamt, built, played, passed person to person, worn, aged, repaired, restored, repurposed.  A family piano, a worn and sticker covered guitar, the drum above the mantle, the scared violin, the harmonica that's always been in that backpack.  Each instrument carries this history with them, and if given the chance may sing of its years.  A small sol…