For the Love of Music

My husband's nephew and wife visited last weekend to help with a bathroom renovation. Task accomplished, I'd decided to go to bed early and read. Clark asked, "Will you play something on the piano?" He'd asked many times. I hadn't practiced for a while and declined but I knew how much music meant to him and this time I played. Clark said he'd sung in a school choir and loved it, so my husband pulled out a couple of CD recordings of my choirs. I don't know what it was, but we were all in tears listening to those beautiful children giving all they had to their performances. Then my husband discovered a couple of video recordings of my choirs' performances—had the technology to actually play them—and there we were immersed again in the beauty of the music. It was incredibly nostalgic for me. I miss being a choral director and music teacher and passing the love of music on to the children I was privileged  to grow with in music. But those days are gone and it's too late to go back. Time is a rapid tyrant but what a gift to be able to relive, not just through memory, but through recordings, articles and preserved writings.