~ Big Band, Live ~

Memories from when I was the vocalist in the St Benedict's Big Band :~}

 

When I’m on that stage,

Suddenly all the nerves fly,

Some believe they disappear with age,

That’s an absolute lie~

 

As soon as I start to sing,

Adrenaline rushes through my veins

And my voice takes to the sky on its wing;

I’m on my way, no time to change lanes~

 

The smiling faces and dancing feet

Only encourage me to carry on,

Their claps help keep the beat

As I continue singing my song~

 

I’m so thrilled to be part of this band:

Without it, I’d be cowering in the corner

Not focussing; my head in my hands

Jealous as hell, despairing like a mourner~

 

I’m really proud of the musicians here;

It’s not easy to stand up and play,

I will always mean it when for them I cheer

I wish I wasn’t leaving (this summer) – I want to stay~

 

After the set and taken our bows,

We exit, showering congratulation,

Comments of praise and my constant “wows”;

This band is a unique source of my inspiration~

 

Big Band has given me my first taste of group culture,

And it’s been so worthwhile,

No more the outlook of rejection via vulture;

What’s more, it makes me smile~

 

Thank you for accepting me

And feeding my temptation,

Not only is the music my sanity,

But also my salvation~

Reviews

[R J Askew]

This one is full of plain happiness at a joyful experience shared. It's very positive and is uplifting to read. I think the Pyranean one is a better poem in terms of words and observations, but this poem feels more emotional and direct as it is you talking about how you felt about being part of someting special.