The Day My Music was Born
By Heidi Curtis
It all started with a
choir classroom,
nestled in its womb I
would develop.
The pieces come together
note by note
then they grow and expand
just like bones do.
Hearing, making the sounds
of creation
Our delivery room was in
New York
A little place they call
Carnegie Hall.
A week before I am due we
travel.
Safe at our destination we
practice,
The sopranos are wailing
their high notes
While altos sing words of
encouragement
Tenors sing full of
anticipation
And the bass buzz a steady
low humming
Mother, Nurse, Father,
machines are present
The doctor front and
center conducting.
After the week is over it
is time.
I am now ready for
delivery
I step into the hall and
find the stage
I breach from the darkness
into the light
Seeing for the first time
a brand new world
I begin to sing songs of
creation
songs of hope; and songs
of new beginnings
The hall fills with our
music and passion.
All eyes on us, we are
invincible
As our music comes to an
end they stand,
hearing our music as a
precious gift.
Mother, Nurse, Father,
Machines take a bow
applause now fills the
room for the doctor
Without him, I would have
never been born.
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