The week had been hard,
No let up from the caring,
The caring of my loved one,
But tonight I was going out,
As I do each week,
Going out to the choir.
The carer arrived
And off I went,
My loved one still in my mind.
The choir assembled
The first notes were sung.
Then it happened,
I was transported,
Transported into a new world,
A world of music and words,
Where all was well,
Where I was well.
Gone to that wonderful place
Where singing carries me
And troubles no longer exist.
Like a flash it was over,
Two hours gone in a moment.
But as I went home
I was uplifted,
Maybe only for a short time,
But that feeling was wonderful.
It is the thing that singing can do,
It can take you to a different world,
Where life is beautiful,
And all is right in my world.