http://www.fearofstuff.com/humans/fear-of-hands/

I never knew there were so many phobias

I am afraid to touch any man’s bottom
For if my hands are there,someone may spot’em.
So I tousle their hair
Whenever I dare.
Trouble is,there’s such an awful lot of’em.

Whenever a bald man goes by
I try not to glare at his eye.
For I can’t fluff up his hair
As his head is so bare…
Although he might like me to try.

When I was 15 I was given a chance to learn the cello free as there was only one girl in the orchestra.I was already fairly proficient on the piano where mysteriously I was also being given free lessons because of my musical talent.. so I knew how to read music.
The cello strings are tuned to the same notes as the viola but one octave lower.Sometimes in cello music the tenor clef is used as well as the bass and treble.
I reached Grade 8 after a year but then the teacher left and was not replaced.And my A levels loomed so although the Northern college of music would have given me lessons the head would not allow it.
I’d strongly recommend letting a child learn the cello or viola.There is something quite wonderful about playing in a string quartet and the viola being in the middle is possibly the loveliest in tone and in how it speaks to the heart.
I have had several versions of the Bach cello suites played by Casals,Tortelier, and others.But now I have been won over by Rostropovich.He was a very loving man…and it comes over.His Dvorak cello concerto is luminous…
I find a Kindle Fire is very handy for playing music as I move around the house as it’s so portable.I admit I’ve always liked Russian musicians… maybe seeing Dr Zhivago helped me.The music of the Orthodox Church is such that I’d convert instantly just to sit in one of their churches.They unlike the Catholic Church have not modernised their rituals and I believe that is very fortunate….

They lay down in awe and fear,
Of what their love was bringing near.
They gazed into each other’s eyes
And so did rhapsodise.

They lay down to gaze into
the eyes and soul and heart so true.
They gazed until,when overcome,
They were united into one.

Their souls and bodies were conjoined,
And thus their hearts were well entwined;
As honeysuckle on the walls,
In joy’s sweet arbours does grow tall.

Their loving lips and eyes and hands
Gave pause to time’s soft flowing sands;
And while they touched and gazed so long,
The birds sang out in glorious songs.

The eyes are mirrors to the soul,
and love will make us grow more whole.
Gaze lovingly on humankind..
And hold care in your mind.

Blind sight scattered my wits
Like whitened bones
Across the deserts of my mind.
I descended into blackness.
Love shrank into the tame cat
By the fire,unacknowledged hate
Grew to fill the room.
I stared too much,
A full stop grew gigantic
Crowded out
All the words in the sentence
I saw nothing but this dot
Now a gigantic black hole
Into which I was dragged.
An energy coming from some curse 
Sucked me into the black hole.
That place was the wrong sort of darkness.
Within that full stop,
Love Fundamental became invisible.
Disappeared into the dark.
I dragged my eyes away
And saw the moon appear,so eerie,
It shone,grey silver.
If I had opened my eyees wider
I would not now lament
What I destroyed in the wormhole
Of the black dot that drew my eye
Into a tunnel of darkness
It blinded me to the light
Did not let me read the sentences
Beside the full stop.
An error of focus left hate
Unacknowledged,unmitigated unredeemed,
Kept from love or goodness
Afraid to spoil my love with hate,
The fear of hate became
That which spoiled all else else,
By freezing Love itself.