Instruments wake up,
audible whispers and stirrings.
Louder chitter chatter.
Listening and talking.
Cooperating and conversing
before the show begins.
wake and excite me,
promising musical adventure
wrapped in a harmonious, melodious
mish mash of musical mumblings.
My Fair Lady
I am ready for
My Fair Lady.
Queen’s Birthday weekend
rehearsing and performing.
Many cups of tea.
Many bowls of soup.
Three nights spent on stage.
Tobias and the Angel,
Choral Show and
Zadoc the Priest.
The wonderful, exhilarating,
roller coaster ride
has left me with many
Only one day and the festival is here again.
So much to look forward to this weekend.
A show about choir drama will unfold
and one person will be left out in the cold.
Saturday Tobias and the Angel opera.
Patrick takes the reins of the choir
and I became a tree or a river.
(along with 399 other singers).
Sunday a Sydney director will bring a secret.
Don’t know yet the specifics of this.
Will know soon so more details then.
Monday brings Best of British
so I will enjoy some English tunes.
Jerusalem and a coronation song.
I will dance the Cachuca
with my friend next to me.
It is going to be a thrill ride from
beginning to end.
I am happy to be a little singer
But you will not even see me.
I will sing with all other people on stage.
Hand in hand and one voice.
We are family.
And then the carnival will be over.
Until next year.
Christmas changes over the years. The times when Santa had just been and left presents for me and my brothers under the Christmas tree to the days when it was my turn to be Santa and hope my gorgeous gal would stay asleep and hoping I could get a bit of sleep before the darkness ended and Christmas Day began.
Christmas has changed over the years.
Don’t know where the time went
Once I was a child and my Christmases
With Dad playing carols at the piano
or Bing softly singing,
we shook our presents
and started opening
Mum in the kitchen hovering over a hot stove
cooking all the Christmas food
made with lots of love.
Those days are gone and
Mum and Dad gone too.
Traditions disappear and
some start up which are new.
The meaning of Christmas
changes as we grow.
To me it doesn’t matter what is
waiting under the paper and bow.
For me the present can remain wrapped
under the tree.
Who I share Christmas with means
a great deal more to me.
Simon and Vikki were council workers who used to work with us. They were very supportive in the formation of the community choir I love to sing in.
Thank you Simon and Vikki
we have been a thinking
it is time there was a thanking
to those heroes of our choir
who remain behind the scenes,
it is often left unsaid but I think this might be read
to Simon and Vicki for without them
our choir would not be.
if it weren’t for the sound clips, the songs would not be sung,
if it weren’t for the coffee and tea, the friendships would not be sprung,
if it weren’t for the sheet music, we would be completely lost,
if it weren’t for Simon and Vicki, we would have nowhere to rehearse.
thank you for fixing the seats so
we can sit and sing,
thank you for the name badges so
we can start talking,
thank you working out the backstage stuff so
we know what to do,
thank you for welcoming us the very first time
when everything was new.
people come and people go
but what is left when the show ends?
memories of good times shared and
people who have become more than friends.
thank you Simon and Vicki,
without you we would not be us.
We all enjoyed singing and being together so we decided to become a community choir with an open door policy for all who wanted to join us.
I have written a poem for Valentines’ Day. I will call it
Happy Valentine Song
It has come to that time of year again
when hopeful lovers take paper to pen
and try their best to write
about that particular person who sheds a light
on their life and illuminates it so brightly
they wonder how they got by stumbling around in the dark.
So here I go.
Not many people would know
I hold a torch for such a one
who fills my life with colour and fun.
Makes blues bluer and
reds redder too.
Without that special one in my life I wouldn’t know
how to breathe.
I met you when I was seven
but I didn’t know I had had a little bit of heaven.
Not until I met you when I was older
and moments in my life made you louder, made you bolder.
You are the centre of my life.
When I wake up in the morning I don’t feel alive
until I have switched you on
and the nightmares are chased away, the bad times are gone.
Many people have told me what you mean to them.
You have given them joy and helped them find friends.
You have given them something to hold onto
in a bleak world when a day is too hard to get through.
You have given them a place where they belong.
so Happy Valentine my Valentine.
(My Valentine is Song and Singing)