A penetrating truth

"About doubt, much is known, but very little comprehended. When a finger lands on me, poking on a precise spot on my neck, I sense the intention, the very note he wants me to sing. But the smallest shift up towards the scroll of my head or down towards my belly, makes me think he is doubting. Either, he does not know what he wants, or even worse, he dares not listen to me, exploding, cracking the air on the third position of the E string. My E cord, grows out of nothing, now a penetrating truth." --The lesser violin