Shauntell Baumgard

I saw her playing in a theatre show

A Dutch show

‘The plantation of our ancestors’

Ominous, sad, full of rage

Loving, passionate, full of fire

Hard, soft and somewhere in between

How she plays

It touches my soul

What can’t be said with words

She can play

On her cello

On her violin

In deep, nuanced, layered

Sounds, meening, heartfelt joy and love