singing




        I

when we were in high school
	my girlfriend was 
	too shy 
	to sing with me
though we both 
	wanted to.
I often sang alone
	imagining 
	what her voice and mine would sound like
	together.

	II

we sang our first 
	duet 
at her parents' house. the duet was quick 
	and awkward.
and we had to put the sheet music back in order
	afterward
and we even broke the music stand
	but 
	her parents never
	knew.

	III

we went to college
	and
broke up for a while. we experimented with other 
	partners:
singing with a minimalist girl was
	a revelation
	but repetitive;
another girl was into
	atonality but our affair always lacked
	harmony;
the most fun was hooking up with a Jazz singer
	but always having to 
	improvise
	was exhausting;  
I tried a very brief relationship with
	a microtonal 
	girl
	but she was always way too 
	controlling.

	IV

after college my girlfriend and I got back
	together.
	we married.
our honeymoon
was in Venice 
	where
	we spent whole afternoons singing in our hotel
	room
	and even one night on
	the balcony
everyone who loves to sing should visit
	Venice.

	V

not long
after marrying we had children.
	when
to discuss music theory with children is always
	difficult
but neither of us wanted to come home
	to 
	disheveled sheet music 
	or 
	broken music stands.

	VI

as we got older
	we yearned 
	to expand our repertoire,
so we joined a private choir group.
the first thing we tried
	was a trio
	with
	a breathtaking alto.
sometimes we were accompanied
	by
	new and novel instruments.
as we became more adventurous we tried
	a quartet 
even
	swapping 
	parts until we lost ourselves in the polyphony.
eventually my wife wanted to sing with a
	Moroccan
	bass who was well known in operatic
	circles for his
	unrivaled sense of rhythm, penetrating volume, and the size
	of his voice.
i watched them sing together and
	couldn’t 
	wait
	to sing with my wife once their duet
	ended.
needless to say, they performed 
	all 
	the repeats.

	VII

we still
learn more about each other every day.
	after she sang
with the Moroccan virtuoso I confessed that I
	like
watching others sing together (and always
	have).
I used to hide sheet music
under my mattress when I was a teenager
	and even
now I enjoy singing along with
	operas
	and musicals.
I enjoy professional productions but amateurs
	always
	look like they’re having more
	fun.

	VIII

I ask you:
what is more innocent than

	singing?

violin-music-art-photography

William Crimson | March 10 2019


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