slip away across the universe

A teacher with whom I studied violin for six weeks two summers ago died last night. She had a truly inspirational career as a performer and teacher, was one of the first female section leaders of a major US orchestra, and, above all, was one of the most optimistic, generous, open, loving people I've ever known. I was working on the Tchaikovsky violin concerto that summer, mostly the second and third movements, and she taught me how to play it musically, how to get across the emotions that the music is begging to release. She helped me with my college applications, writing recommendations for me and helping me figure out my options.

What I remember most, though, is how she seemed to exude joy with everything she did, how, by example, she made you realize what a wonderful thing it was to be alive and playing music. Her smile, too, was contagious - and I remember her telling a story about her car breaking down or something along those lines and concluding with the thought that a smile can be one of one's most useful tools. Watching her made me want to be a better person.


Ihr Leben ließ die Kunst zu sterben
In unverrückter Übung sehn;
Unmöglich konnt es denn geschehn,
Sich vor dem Tode zu entfärben.
- Bach Cantata BWV 198