This room, this space, this temporary place,
Awaiting and prepared for curtain call,
Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space,
A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled.
“Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes,
Rising and descending hopes and fears,
Pleading desperation, truth belies,
accepts soul’s journey to eternal spheres.
No mortal may escape reality,
Yet calming thoughts and visions do sustain,
Through daily lives, we grow our family tree,
We’re born to life, when done, we’ll live again.
This music shared, inspires and uplifts,
That I am blessed to sing: the rarest gift.
Today I am in room at Homewood Suites in Worcester, Massachusetts. This afternoon, The Masterwork Chorus will join the Worcester Chorus, under the baton of Chris Shepard, to present the Verdi Requiem.
As I review my score, don my concert dress and prepare to return to Mechanics’ Hall (a truly remarkable venue), I am filled with anticipation. I am also filled with awe and gratefulness that I have the privilege of singing this work again and that I’ve been given the gift of music.
Once again, I turn to poetry to express feelings that I rarely take time acknowledge.