When I die, I want your hands on my eyes
When I die, I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
To pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
-Pablo Neruda
The text of a song the Chamber Choir is singing in Spanish by Morten Lauridsen. Absolutely breathtaking. Seriously, there is no other place for me but here. The connection of the soul to the music is inexplicable and awe-inspiring. All these people are geniuses. I'm on a campus with Weston Noble, James Jordan, and so many other very intelligent and awesome people. The people in the choir -- great musicians, some are better than others, but they're here because they LOVE to sing.
I've discovered personally why I love singing, we're vulnerable beings. We sing because we're happy, we're sad, we sing ourselves. I personally believe that a musician is only himself when he sings -- and how awesome it is. We're born with this instrument, it's US. It's not a 'cello you go buy at the shop, it's YOU. You're stuck with it. Using the instrument that is your own self...you sing your soul.
When we sing together, we can not be enemies.
I want the light and wheat of your beloved hands
To pass their freshness over me once more:
I want to feel the softness that changed my destiny.
-Pablo Neruda
The text of a song the Chamber Choir is singing in Spanish by Morten Lauridsen. Absolutely breathtaking. Seriously, there is no other place for me but here. The connection of the soul to the music is inexplicable and awe-inspiring. All these people are geniuses. I'm on a campus with Weston Noble, James Jordan, and so many other very intelligent and awesome people. The people in the choir -- great musicians, some are better than others, but they're here because they LOVE to sing.
I've discovered personally why I love singing, we're vulnerable beings. We sing because we're happy, we're sad, we sing ourselves. I personally believe that a musician is only himself when he sings -- and how awesome it is. We're born with this instrument, it's US. It's not a 'cello you go buy at the shop, it's YOU. You're stuck with it. Using the instrument that is your own self...you sing your soul.
When we sing together, we can not be enemies.