Transposing mountain. It’s said Stradivari, playing to the trees, first noticed the straight pines like strings on a vast, divine violin absorbing Heaven’s vibrations.The truth could be found in the song itself— how it was impossible to tell where the wood ceased and the song began—notes pure as a mathematical equation. From summits of Balkan maple, red spruce gathered in a valley off the Italian Dolomites, they carved each instrument’s alluvial curves.Then came the varnish—one coat of painter’s oil, another of plain resin.Only the thinnest of layers to obtain that satin chatoyancy, that liminal reflet. Valley. The masters wrote—to yield the best result,harvest after a cold winter the wood condensed by ice and stormsin whose gales the highest notes are born. Audio: Read by Brian Turner. Mountain again.