Singing

A ugust 24, 2020

I did not have, a good voice. But never, let it stop me. From early on, I sang away. Often, way too loudly.

Within, the congregation. Sometimes people, would stare. I sang, with enthusiasm. I took it, as a dare.

Great thing, about being young. Self-conscious, I was not. Didn’t worry, what others thought. Or strange looks, that I got.

Had no training. Just enjoyed. Sang, with radio. If the music, was inside me. Out my mouth, it would go.

At Christmas, sang in youth choirs. Performed, at midnight mass. In sixth grade. Joined small vocal group. “Sing softer” leader asked.

Voice was changing, at that time. My high range, broke to low. Really struggled, centering pitch. So little, did I know.

I’d been, playing piano. For several years, by then. When suddenly, a band did form. Trumpet, became my friend.

Was singing less, in public. I lost some, interest. For me, trumpet and piano. Was where, I seemed the best.

But then, high school musicals. Got me, singing again. Just in, the supporting choruses. Because, my voice not tamed.

In college, studied music. So singing, was required. Was challenged, by Solfeggio. But in some ways, inspired.

After college, sang alone. For audience, of “one.” Did it for myself. To myself. An outlet, that was fun.

Was not, till I turned fifty. That my voice, was set free. Found my “key.” Plus, comfortable “range.” Vocalized, publicly.

Bought, karaoke machine. Good microphone, and stand. Had accompanying, CDs. Was like, my private band.

I’d play some tunes, on trumpet. Then sing. Variety. Did this for free. Service for schools, churches, and charities.

I rediscovered, singing. The fun. The joy. Returned. That little flame, I thought was gone. Within my heart, still burned.

No, don’t have, much of a voice. Never mattered, to me. What count’s, how singing, makes me feel. Uplifted, magically.

I rediscovered, singing.

The fun. The joy. Returned.

That little flame, I thought was gone.

Within my heart, still burned.