The Quilting Frolic John Lewis Krimmell, 1813 These poems, stories, songs, quote, and art have been gathered from all over the world, partly via FIDDLE-L, an online list for fiddlers and those who love fiddle music. dhebert@crocker.com

The Fiddler's Eye by Donna Hébert Saturday night dance fiddle and bow in hand tools of my trade Rockin' rhythms Grease up that bow, girl, lay into it until she wails, cries out in a surrogate voice our pain and ecstasy speaks the monster's lines lulls our babes to sleep sweet dreams Ah, my Victorian lady, your impossible waist harbors modern tones among the old. . . Each time I play you new things happen inside us both. . . Knitted up whole in a tune-trance, time slips sideways I enter the music, become it dance inside the tune on the edge, balancing, reaching for rhythms to bounce off dancers who anticipate me, bounce my beat Back         Back         Back This is a duet Dancers and music locked in perpetual motion until . . . Entropy disproven - Community reassured - We alight together on new ground © 1994-2002 Donna Hébert published in "The Grumbling Old Woman" tunebook (1995), Fiddler Magazine (1996), Country Dance and Song (1995)