If Music be the Food of Love

Sing on, sing on,
Sing on till I am filled with joy;
(Hevingham/Dickau)

Another glorious and all-to-short All-State Chorus weekend. The wee Highlander made us proud!

But the music…..ooohhhhh…..the music. Choral music, when done well, lifts the soul like nothing else. When we left I felt like I was flying through the sky, sprouting flowers and stars; the sounds vibrating out of every pore! So alive, music is its own being.

Magical.

I am exhausted. Blogging will be even more lighter than usual – I’ll be attending a training class right smack dab in the middle of this town’s worse traffic.

I wonder if I could still fly….?

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