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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am a founder member of Evesham Community Choir in September 2010, we have thoroughly enjoyed our singing, We have our Christmas Concert next Saturday.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Katie B.
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Comments5
Well, someone has to keep in competition with all the stray cats 🤣🤣🤣 🌹
We do our best Teddy. LOL
Andy
There is a special joy in singing. The resonance in the chest, throat, and head. The harmony with others, builds a bond a unity. The overall sound of the choir and how the whole is greater than the sum of the parts making for a gestalt experience. Love the write Andy
So very true soren, it removes all your worries for a couple of hours each time we sing. Thank you for your understanding words.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy it is my pleasure
I know a church choir with about 4 people in total in it. Can't be helped as it's a small congregation. Somehow they are going to muster more people to join the choir, if temporarily, for a Carol Service. Got to pay to get in though. Argh!
I too will be singing in my church choir at the Carol Service, the choir had been set up by pulling a few singers into it just for the service.
Andy
If I could sing I would experience, I think, the feelings of unity and harmony. However way back at school I was ordered to mime only....
Now, out there and teach some croquet.....
In your mind the tunes are there Dave and they will always sound fine. So true about singing brining unity and harmony.
Andy
Wot about the croquet? Retired?
No, I have two matches today.
Andy
Majestic, beautiful flow and feel to this poem. Great write, a fave. Thank you for sharing!
So kind Katie, much appreciated.
Andy
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