Ensemble

jon laa wrote on March 26th, 2009, 12:45 am

There is this exceptional beauty in his music, and requiem that goes,

O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory?

I secretly miss singing in an ensemble. To hear those harmonics form while the conductors yanks his head off. Pick on me and pull me to the first row, right under his nose. Just so he could help me be better. I remember those many kind souls who tried to reassure me it was fine, okay and normal. That he was nothing but a pompous and slightly ignorant soul.

Of course there were others who thinks I don’t deserve to be there. Others who felt I was unworthy of the prestige and was chewing too big a slice of the pie. But I didn’t care, went on and eventually found myself dropping out.

They were memorable good days, as much as we did not have an amicable farewell.

Moving on from that, I will like to one day be able to serenade those works again.

To put things in perspective, I didn’t join to sing that particular work but I ended up being so smitten by it.

The joke of life, no?