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.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: November 25th, 2022 01:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: The Community Choir of which I am Chairperson is going to perform its Christmas Concert on 3rd December and last nights rehearsal was the penultimate, only one more rehearsal to go before the concert. The Mozart on the video is what Mary and I were listening to before going to bed.
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  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.

Comments7

  • crypticbard

    Still at a quandary about not being able to be there on the 3rd. But vicariously join as I had been in the choir since I was 5. It's a whole experience creating music together.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you for that Rik, singing together is so wonderful.

      Andy

      • crypticbard

        Indeed! I went from tiple to bass to tenor never stayed in the one spot. But that moving around the SATB made it quite fun and challenging. Just like an orchestra, the choir is quite a fulfilling instrument in the hands of the director/conductor. Hats off and all the best Andy!

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      • orchidee

        A fine write Gold.
        So Mary didn't invite me, with me water to add to your whisky, before ya got home?! lol.
        I read of something where they DID add water to their tipple. Something in the 19th Century.

        • Goldfinch60

          No she didn't invite you, she was frightened that you may have sung to her! LOL

          Andy

        • Neville



          I rather enjoy choral music myself GF60 .. and consequently, send you all my very best wishes for the 3rd sir ........... Neville 🙂

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Neville, much appreciated.

            Andy

          • Doggerel Dave

            I’ve never heard of Auchentoschan
            Much less spell it – syllable count is out.
            Never mind; you just send a bottle, man:-
            I’m no bogan – I’ll tell you wot it’s all about….

            (Bogan – Aust. Inf. But that ain’t me….)

            • Goldfinch60

              Any time you are passing I will let you have a drop Dave. I will be outside my house with a bottle at midnight on New Years Eve as I have been all my life drinking a Scotch to the New Year.

              Andy

              • Doggerel Dave

                A drop? A drop? your generosith knows no bounds, Andy...🙂 Burp...

              • L. B. Mek

                and inking the ammunition
                for other's to aspire, more
                from life...
                you at your succinct and matter of fact
                best
                such warmth, you choose to share
                with this cold world Andy, thank you!
                hope you have a great performance

                • Goldfinch60

                  Thank you Mek, I ma sure it will be wonderful.

                  Andy

                • sorenbarrett

                  A nice setting well imaged and with the feeling of completion and present calm and fulfillment. Very peaceful and satisfying.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Thanks you soren, most kind.

                    Andy

                  • SureshG

                    Only a smooth single malt could compliment the after rehearsal and the companionship of a lover, that you have so poetically penned here.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      So very true Suresh, thank you.

                      Andy



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