Mother of music
 Vienna is a city rich in legend
and history. Vienna is beautiful, Vienna is the cradle of European music
and the livable capital of the world. The river Danube runs through this
city. This 1750 miles long river, gives the look of a beautiful blonde’s
cascade of hair falling down her body. It is no longer as blue as is
proclaimed in Austrian legend and song.
It is in this city I was born. My father who was a carpenter was
reputed to turn out spectacular creations from wood. As such, giving
life to me was one of his exotic creations on earth. At an early stage
he sensed that I was talented. so he made every effort to make me a
super star. He loved me so much, he took good care of me and made me a
shapely figure, anyone interested would have grabbed me at once.
There is nothing to talk about my childhood days. My school leaving
certificate did not show an impressive array of distinctions. There was
nothing to certify that i at least managed to obtain ordinary passes,
but I felt my inclination to artistic creations became handy for my
survival, than those distinctions I ably missed.
My father realised what I was destined for, so he worked hard to make
me a world renowned musician. Everyday he fed me with musical notations.
I had to undergo many hardships during my tender years. Three cords
rapped round my neck stretched upto my belly.
These cords gave birth to provide numerous sounds. Next with the help
of a bow rubbed up and down my body gave me a soothing effect. After I
attained puberty I was regarded as an adult and was treated in style. I
became an attractive figure for any lover to look twice. I was given
full protection to safeguard me from all evils. My best lovers were
world reputed music directors and musicians.
Finally, I was given in marriage by my parents to a lover who shared
the same view in search for human creativity. I was happy with my new
partner who guided me so well to become a supermodel. Every night we
practised together for hours. I was determined to learn new creations
and obviously in loving hands. He loved me so much at times he carried
me on his shoulders, while his hands were busy caressing and making love
with his bow, strumming the cords.
The bow strings running up and down my body gave me a thrilling
sensation. I screamed with pleasure. By now I turned out to be a fully
fledged artiste. We performed in leading world capitals. In symphony
orchestras, reputed bands, in Opera Houses and in Albert Hall.
In all these occasions my husband handled me well. Our team included
world reputed names as the guitar, piano, drums and the saxophone. By
now I was the most respected in the group and was considered as mother
of music ‘violin’. In our last tour we landed in Australia. The
petal-shaped opera house, is the pride of Australia. It has become the
Mecca of Australian ballet and classical music. One to perform here is a
dream in his life time.
I was fortunate to appear on stage for a houseful show. We went
through late nights. I muse, over all this as I watched the sun come up
over Sydney harbour.
-Tissa Hewavitarane
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