Dang I miss singing–being inside
A room with dozens of folks breathing deep
And sharing a frequency and word. I tried
Enjoying the many brilliant creations that keep
Appearing on my screen: accomplished performers
Sequestered to Brady Bunch compartments making
Tracks awaiting Garage Band transformers.
But y’all, we know it’s not the same as faking
Your way through music you half-learned, watching
Intently for the conductor who knows you’re making
Up notes on a piece you hope you’re not botching.
I miss those times I took completely for granted.
To harmonize bare-faced–I’d be enchanted.
