Through one, I watched the dogs observe the rain That started falling just as we returned From misting walk to home and hearth again, For future outings they were unconcerned. And on the bus another, blurred by fog Within with rain without, the route by rote I know, or orientation'd be a slog, For those … Continue reading December 12: Rain Through Windows
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December 6: Practice Practice Practice
It is a joy to let your body do A task it has been well-conditioned to, For even if it may have been a while Since it was done, your brain is versatile- A memory, once it has been created, With others soon will be assimilated, Though its specific time and place, in code, Is … Continue reading December 6: Practice Practice Practice
December 5: Nothing to See
Too much occurred today to fit it in To fourteen lines, and so I'll summarize: Work wasn't awesome, much to my chagrin, But I excelled when left to improvise. By contrast, in the evening I adhered To notes and the notation on the page, And friends were kind at times they might have sneered, Which … Continue reading December 5: Nothing to See
Decmber 1: Words of Wisdom
If you think hemiola's syncopation, Inevitably you will enter late. An audience can hear if there's cessation Of phrase within a rest. You should abate Dynamic at the ends of lines Romantic, In Classical, stay strong until the tonic. And even if the tempo ends up frantic, The singers must stay with the philharmonic. Traditions … Continue reading Decmber 1: Words of Wisdom
October 23: Fangirl’s Progress
My seven year old self would be amazed To know adult me met C-3PO, Sat at at his feet appearing pleased but dazed, And then sang backup for him in a show. Obsessive teen-me, Disney superfan, Would envy adult me as she disports While Alan Menken gives notes on a plan To add new choral … Continue reading October 23: Fangirl’s Progress
October 19: Widow Dido
Dido's Lament, that melody immortal, Premiered within a girls' school's cloistered walls, And functions as a chronomobile portal- Contemporary listeners might forestall The tragedy by asking what went wrong, Exactly how the queen of Carthage died- Did Dido droop to death as in the song, Or was it star-crossed lover's suicide? I like to think … Continue reading October 19: Widow Dido
October 8: Klavierstruck
Was it rehearsing music in the day That set afire the music in my mind, Or was it the great concert in LA That left enduring vestiges behind? While Handel haunts my projects yet undone And Johnny Cash accompanies my rise In elevators, what would be the fun Of contradicting all that it implies: Two … Continue reading October 8: Klavierstruck
October 7: Dyschronous
Easterly clouds masked daybreak's glow so well All sources of the blue-grey light were blurring. Without a timepiece, it was hard to tell If sunrise or a sunset was occurring. And in the evening, six musicians wrought Hypnotic aural waves from wooden planks. Painstaking polyrhythmic patterns sought To cloud the consciousness, leaving it blank. So … Continue reading October 7: Dyschronous
September 28: Outreach
I sang a concert with a hundred friends, A new conductor and a brand-new season, With music that collectively transcends Chronology, geography, and reason. Two times my eyes welled up, and twice they spilled, From Purcell's sorrow and from Bernstein's joy Love and philosophy were thus fulfilled, In such a way that time cannot destroy. … Continue reading September 28: Outreach
September 27: Headcanon
When reading Chekhov with an actor's eye And finding written: “Traraboomdeyay,” I wondered what Chebutykin meant thereby, And what, if anything, he wished to say. And just what Ronald Hingley heard him sing When he transcribed the singing from the Russian. Was he deliberately altering The onomatopoeia for discussion To draw a parallel between the … Continue reading September 27: Headcanon
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