Abandoned in the woods of my mind
The music I used to make.
The songs I used to sing.
The choral symphonies and
A cappella wonders that resonated
So deeply at the time I could never
Imagine my life without them.
Then life happened.
A new chapter unfolded.
A change of direction.
The company of composers
Receded to the heart chamber ~
Gone, but not forgotten
So that when the music played again
Every note; ever nuance
Every syllabic turn
Emerged from the foggy forest of my mind
To live and lighten again.
The pleasure of musical moments
Shared and memories of
Glorious music made live as though
But then, I realize, the music we inhabit
Never dies ~ it simply dwells
And resonates in every
Cell of our being to live another
Day, to uplift or
Devour the spirit according to
Our desire. Of course, only the
Heart knows the
Music has always been an important part of my life.
I’m a singer. A soprano. Not of the operatic variety ~ that’s been done in my family. No, I’m a soprano hybrid, I guess I’d say. A little bit of everything.
For 12 years I sang second soprano in the Toronto Mendelssohn Choir ~ Toronto’s esteemed symphonic chorus ~ and loved every minute of it. The rehearsals, the performances, the way 180 people from different walks of life could all come together and create music magic together. Swept away by Brahms, Mozart, Beethoven, Faure, Vaughan Williams, Gabrieli and so many more of the classical and modern repertoire ~ for those moments our troubles disappeared as we focused our minds and hearts on giving voice to music that never dies.
I sang Handel’s Messiah 60-plus times. I know the soprano line (solo and choral) in my sleep. Every Christmas we go to hear the Choir and symphony perform this incredible oratorio and the part of my heart where this slice of heaven dwells opens up and I feel the joy of its presence in my life once more.
And this is so for many, many more wonders of the choral repertoire I had the privilege to perform.
But it doesn’t stop there.
All the music I’ve ever experienced in my life ~ opera, jazz, country, rock, blues, bluegrass, folk, R&B ~ resonates within and reflects who I am.
To me, the type of music we invite in to inhabit our world is every bit as important as the books we read and the people we choose to associate with. It colours who we are and our life experience.
I have heard of people who choose to live their lives without music and I am, frankly, floored by this notion. Still, each of us must walk their own path and live according to the dictates of our own hearts.
Among the music I miss singing the most is a cappella. To me, little can match the purest form of the human voice. “Hear My Prayer, O Lord” by English Baroque composer, Henry Purcell (1659-1695) has long been one of my favourite a cappella pieces, and the first time I sang it with the Mendelssohn Choir it moved me to tears. If you would like to experience this short piece, click here. It’s lovely and meditative for a Sunday morning.
I realize it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love it. It’s part of who I am and one of those things that reminds me how good it is to be alive.
And as long as I am alive this music will live in me.
Thanks for stopping by …
Prompted by Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday.
©Dorothy Chiotti … Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014