Singing is not only about singing.
IT is also about listening.
And listening, in its purest form IS singing--
though we singers are rarely taught this.
As a singer, I listen to bomb blasts
over radio waves from Boston,
and Voice rises in me, a lithe lioness,
ready to roar in-tune with the insistent
of Our Earth.
Together we BE the Value of Life
until ALL--mySelf included--
are stunned into the silence
of what it means
the Eternal Stuff of Song.
And in this BEing there is a confidence:
a Knowing-ness, a Peace
that IT IS POSSIBLE
to create a world--
to acknowledge Its existence
deep in the experience of US
Where the only bombs triggered
are ones of cadence and of trills,
sound colors and wails,
of music-wombed stories
which manifest a Heaven on Earth
that can hold ALL
of what it means to be alive.
This is singing which heals. This is singing which lives. This is singing which grows US.
THIS is Opera Organically.