Bowing with the stars

I spent one and a half hours this evening playing my fiddle while sitting outside on my deck. It was dark and I could just see the outline of the trees around the house, moving lightly with the wind. It was an interesting experience to fiddle in the dark, relying on my fingers' memory. As I played tune after tune, I enjoyed the evening breeze and wondered how many of my ancestors had sat outdoors in the evening doing this very thing. At one point, I happened to glance up at the clear night sky. There above me was the Big Dipper, transformed through my musings into a stellar fiddle. If only I could hear and play that music....