Music

Music

Is something

So beautiful

So simple

So sweet

And yet it carries so much power

Of the composer

The band

The conductor

And all those who have played it before and who will play it after.

Music

Is freedom

Is luxury

Is pain and sorrow and heartache.

It's emotion

Human emotion

Expression

Love

Anger.

Lyrics, or no lyrics

It doesn't really matter.

When you're in a band

Even just a middle-grade one

You feel it.

Kids who would never speak to each other otherwise are connecting.

Kids who are opposites are chatting freely.

It's the environment this shared love of music creates.

We work together.

We're in sync.

We dip and dive and twirl around the notes as a beautiful melody

And where there are mistakes

There is improvement.

Where I mess up

I fix.

Where I can help

I help

And where I can learn

I learn

Sometimes just by listening to another play.

Different instruments sections

Talk

Share

Laugh

And kids who are part of the same section

Do the same.

There is power when you play with someone.

There is power when you listen with someone.

There is nothing better than playing a piece with someone you love and trust and sharing it with the world

Something so vulnerable

Something you've worked so hard on

And presenting it.

I am shy

On stage

But when I have my instrument with me

It's like I have invisible armor

And I trust the band to carry me

For me to lead,

Sometimes,

Where I should,

And step back to let others shine too.

I trust that my section will pick up my mistakes.

I trust the balance of the band.

Music is perspective

And joy

And connection

And community

And there is nothing

More powerful

Than that.

QueenBee

VT

14 years old

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    Duet

    starting together ending together

    weaving around each other's sound

    adapting tuning

    instinctively fitting into the tone

    the way we want to do this

    the contrast

    played so perfectly

  • The boys in my class

    The agony of the human race

    simple creatures

    snickering at my poetry 

    banging their fists against their heads

    stalling work

    reading mushy parts of books they pretend not to enjoy

    saying stupid things

  • Sleigh ride

    Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring tingle tingling too

    F F F F F G F-D Bb C D C-A G F-

    imitating the human voice with instruments

    percussion back there repeatedly hitting the sleigh bells