Goldfinch60

Creating Music.

The rehearsal was over,

The penultimate rehearsal before the concert.

The choir worked so hard,

As did I.

I walked into my house

And there she was waiting for me,

My lover,

We kissed and cuddled.

I poured myself a Whisky,

Auchentoschan was the one,

I had earned this, this evening.

And there I was sitting next to my loved one

Our arms around each other,

A fine scotch being sipped,

And Mozart flowing around us.

What a wonderful way to relax

After working so hard in the choir,

Doing the thing I love,

Creating music for others to hear.