Let Me Be The Music

Day 1 after concert.

Our director immediately came out of her office and greeted us saying, "My babies!"  She's a little woman, but strong, intimidating but motherly nonetheless.  Of course, we're only her babies when we've made her proud.

She went on to tell us about the compliments she received after the concert yesterday- from the chairwoman of the music department of the university, different vocal teachers at school, high school choir directors and even her husband- a retired band director.  She was gushing.  And then it came- the critiques.

We all knew it wasn't perfect but very good for being able to 95% of our rep this early in the year.  The real work will start Wednesday, polishing and perfecting what we do know and learning the other 5% before the big performance in February.

She had us take out a piece we'd never covered before, what will be our closer for the aforementioned February performance at the Texas Music Educators Association convention.

The title alone gave me chills.  I just didn't expect to get so emotional while listening to the piano part and reading the text.  I can say already that it's the perfect closer for us.  We've worked hard, very hard.  And while it's nice to get the recognition of being one of the best university choirs in the state (and possibly the country), we don't do it for the title.  We do what we do for the love of music making.



Seasons come and seasons go
And somehow they we meant to show that life and love are never really gone.
So when my journey is through
I'm certain there is just a new hello
And so when I travel on,
Let me be the music
Let me be the music of love I have known
Let me be the melodies in the wind and the trees that sing to the lost and alone
Let me be the sweetest refrain in the sound of the rain or a rippling stream
Let me be the lullabies that close the eyes of children when they dream
For music has now walls or bars
It bridges time and space
It only asks the senses to surrender
It sweeps is to the stars and makes us one in it embrace
It has no fences
It has no gender
So let me be the music
The beautiful music of love
Let me be the voices of spring that rejoice in the things that blossom and grow
Oh let me be the music to come again as music
The beautiful music of love
The beautiful music of love when I go
Oh let me be the music when I go
When I go




Keren