its shrill scream was cut short , when it landed back-first across a washed up log . the minister patted his breast pocket and turned to usher her into the church . `` and i do n't think he 's the only one . had she simply died back there earlier , playing the violin , and had gone toto heaven ? so i made another pass , pinching it slightly between my thumb and finger with each sweep . except we were stupid in love . `` these are the lands of my people . '' 