I take my position in the front,
Standing in the same place where
I have stood since the beginning
When the Choir was first formed.
Our conductor raises his hands,
The pianist plays the first notes,
The Sopranos send their notes
High into the hall,
The tune wafting into eternity.
The basses join the sound,
My voice amongst them,
Holding the low ground
Of beautiful music.
The altos then start singing,
Singing notes so different
That fit so majestically
In the music.
Then the tenors join,
Their voices fitting so well
To complete the wondrous harmony.
The choir, so controlled,
The joy of their singing is there,
It can be seen in their faces.
The love of singing can be felt
As the beauty of music
Sails into the ether.