Again

I'm told it is best to write what you know,

waving a sparkler in warm summer air,

telling stories to fireflies blinking by.

And while I sometimes wish it was love I could weave 

in silver streams of smoke and flickering light,

it turns out, when I spell it in the sky, 

that what I know is music.

And if I know love at all

it is only because you give me reason to sing. 

  

I know I posted this not long ago, but it's on my mind. I was handed an extraordinary piece of challenging contemporary music today, asked to learn it to perform in a big concert one week from tomorrow. Inside I was somewhat excitedly queasy, but I just smiled on the outside and said "of course I'll learn it...and have it performance ready in 6 days!" As I walked away I thought, this is the kind of challenge you live for, Nia. I love singing new music, especially pieces like this that linger up in the stratosphere. My director said, 'I need this to be powerful...Can you do it?' I just smiled, and he answered for me, 'I know you can.' This newborn poem of mine is exactly what I'm feeling right now, in this moment, and today it became far more relevant than when I wrote it just a week or so ago. I thought it deserved a post, again.