Dream

We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams.

So the concert went well. Better than that: almost sublime at times, which doesn't always happen. Not because of my singing: it was sublime despite my singing. Hopefully I was lost amid the other members of the choir for most of the time. And drowned out by the orchestra for the rest.

It can be a moving experience to be part of a choir. All those weeks of rehearsal, building up to a single unique performance. Getting more and more deeply involved in the notes, till they echo around your head in the middle of the night and when you first get up in the morning and for much of the rest of the day. Overcoming the technical challenges, painstakingly picking your way through obscure chords and tangled cross-rhythms. Feeling the nuances of the music, the shifts in emotion, so that it begins to take shape as a performance. And then, despite the stress of having to face an audience, you can lose yourself in the music and let it carry you away.

Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.