I long to sing out,
but singing in a group
I am carried away
by the voices near me,
stuck between the sopranos and the basses,
reaching UP for one,
down for the other,
straining to sing in the voices of others,
my desire to blend in
leaving the voice I’ve been given silent.
WHEN I TURNED 50,
my good friend,
an accomplished mezzo-soprano,
asked me how she could help me celebrate,
what I would like.
I had her over to the house,
opened a hymnbook,
pointed to a song
I’d heard my father sing many times.
“I would like to be able to sing THIS,” I said.
“But you know that song already.”
“Yes, I know it,
but I can’t SING it.
I get lost in the notes meant for others.“
NOTE by NOTE,
she helped me find a note to sing for each syllable
and gave me tips
on pronunciation and breathing.
Less than ten minutes later,
we sang it through together several times.
By the end, I had sung my part enough
that when she broke away and sang soprano,
I was able to stick with the note that was mine,
singing in my own voice.
I’ve had to learn this lesson over and over again as a writer.
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Some excellent words of wisdom from Cassandra: “I have to write my posts before I read anything that day. I’ve learned that what I was last reading affects my writing voice and makes me sound less like myself.”
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