December 8.19

The curtain may come down

on their soaring sounds,

their tearing, teasing

rhythms,

but the curtain also rises

on the future

they will be.

The baton

(magic wand),

the hands that sculpt sound

and send it into the world as music,

directors of the hormone-crazed,

prophets who see the good

and the hope —

God bless them, every one!

 

This was the final bow of my granddaughter’s high school Christmas program. It was wonderful, and one of the countless times I have given thanks for music teachers. What their ears have to go through! And what miracles are wrought! I am ever grateful to all teachers of all arts. STEM is good, but I think STEAM is better. I wish you the joy of music in your December, dear reader, whatever you are celebrating.

 

Connections: November 23

Many years ago

we walked a common way

through hallowed halls of high school,

 teenage day-to-day.

That was then and this is now;

our ways are long asunder.

But here and there we’ve grabbed an hour

be-robed, betimes, to wonder

where we’ve been and who we are

how life is still aborning,

and we know the richest cuppa

is friendship in the morning.

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

And thanks to D.J. Berg for all those early morning summits.

Connections