Lately I’ve been so entranced with the simple, beautiful folk songs I’ve been practicing on the cello that it’s hard to think about anything else. If too many days pass between practice sessions, certain pieces play themselves so loud in my internal ear that I can’t hear what my husband and children are saying to me.
If their words do register, the music drowns out the recollection of what I was supposed to say or do. Relief lies in playing these pieces; then, for a few days, I have part of my brain available for outside things.
Imagine being a gifted child trapped in this dynamic, with no idea of what’s going on. Suppose no creative outlet is available? This explains some of the problems that so often surface ahead of high ability and the special teaching it requires.