You must focus on the notes, the words on the page. The markings, the rests... Step through them one by one. Execute perfection, as your gift to those present.
The funeral this morning pretty much closed one of the main streets in town. The fire truck loaded with flowers, the long black car, the officer on a horse... I could see them all from the windows of the choir loft.
If you need me, I'll be on my porch. Don't call. I may not answer for a bit.
Carly(via Blackberry)
1 comment:
your post broke my heart.. I hope you enjoyed your porch time, and that involved a cold adult beverage, or 5.
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