Caution: beautiful poetry ahead
Dude, I so want to sing
Come Again Sweet Love by John Dowland
Come again: Sweet love doth now invite,
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight,
To see,
To hear,
To touch,
To kiss,
To die with thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Come again, that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain.
For now left and forlorn,
I sit,
I sigh,
I weep,
I faint,
I die in deadly pain and endless misery.
If Music be the Food of Love by Purcell
If music be the food of love,
Sing on til I am filled with joy.
For then my listening soul you move to pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare that you are music everywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear.
So fierce, the transports are, they wound.
And all my senses feasted are.
Though yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
Ah, wonderful. I sang today for my diction class, as well as my studio class. Man, I thought everyone was going to think I sounded bad, and that made me really nervous. I mean, come on, I'm surrounded by a bunch of people who make singing their lives. It's not like high school chorus class where I was willing to sing anything in front of anyone. No, this audience is made to pay attention to every tiny little detail in my voice. Quite nerve-wracking, eh? But when I got through it, I got so many compliments. To put it bluntly, I felt good. I know there are still a lot of things I need to work on, but at least now I know I belong! ♥
And now, eighty hundred hours of Music Theory homework. Bummer.
Come Again Sweet Love by John Dowland
Come again: Sweet love doth now invite,
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight,
To see,
To hear,
To touch,
To kiss,
To die with thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Come again, that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain.
For now left and forlorn,
I sit,
I sigh,
I weep,
I faint,
I die in deadly pain and endless misery.
If Music be the Food of Love by Purcell
If music be the food of love,
Sing on til I am filled with joy.
For then my listening soul you move to pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare that you are music everywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear.
So fierce, the transports are, they wound.
And all my senses feasted are.
Though yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
Ah, wonderful. I sang today for my diction class, as well as my studio class. Man, I thought everyone was going to think I sounded bad, and that made me really nervous. I mean, come on, I'm surrounded by a bunch of people who make singing their lives. It's not like high school chorus class where I was willing to sing anything in front of anyone. No, this audience is made to pay attention to every tiny little detail in my voice. Quite nerve-wracking, eh? But when I got through it, I got so many compliments. To put it bluntly, I felt good. I know there are still a lot of things I need to work on, but at least now I know I belong! ♥
And now, eighty hundred hours of Music Theory homework. Bummer.