What Makes Me Happy

In the choir -nestled between 2 sopranos- I'm as happy as can be.

Despite my own scratchy sounds, the gorgeous sounds wafting through the air have whisked me to the heavenlies.

The tenors are tender, the basses are strongly moved as together we explode the air with music.

Companions along the way are the violins- who are talking back and forth to one another.

The drums underline the passionate moments of the piece and make their

presence known.

Looking out into the audience, I see approval as our voices run through the room as if they 

had feet.

Finally, the patrons smile, clap their hands and (some) eventually stand.

As I travel home, I feel like I've touched God's hem and pray I can stay afloat!

Singing, for me, is a transcendental affair; it's where I'm happiest.






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