Roof -1971- - Fiddler On The

The young man lowered the bow. “My name is Levi. Yussel was my grandfather. He taught me to play on this very roof. I came back to play for the wedding of Motel and Hodel. But I heard the news.”

The rabbi thought for a long moment. Then he smiled. “There is a blessing for arriving. But perhaps… a new blessing is born when an old door closes.” fiddler on the roof -1971-

Levi lifted the fiddle again. And the tune that poured out was not sad. It was defiant. It was the sound of a door opening, not closing. It was the creak of a cart leaving home, and the first hopeful note of a stranger’s welcome. It was the fiddler on the roof, dancing on the edge of a knife, refusing to fall. The young man lowered the bow