Can there be anything more moving, more heart-rending, more simple and pure than a group of seniors singing “Somewhere over the Rainbow” ? I play for a senior’s choir on Monday afternoons….when I’m in town. They’re a lovely bunch, and I enjoy doing it for several reason. 1) It keeps my piano fingers in shape. 2) They pay me. 3) It reminds me that, especially since I often sing for a living, that the human voice, lifted in song, is special and there doesn’t need to be a paycheque involved.
I found this last rehearsal particularly moving because the choir was practicing “…over the Rainbow” so that they can sing it at a memorial service for a departed friend. I found it tough to play the song without weeping.
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