The Choir Conductor’s Thoughts On Happiness
There’s the so happy warble of a bird in the morning, a chirp so close above in front of me in my roof garden, happy, unafraid, as to tease me. Then somewhere “Tuuuiiiit – Tiiiirrrr”, endlessly, a bird’s lover’s duet calling each other “Where are you Darling?” “Here, Honey,” the whole day long. Two little birds chasing the other frisky from branch to branch.
And I remember Sarah Brightman singing “Think of me” in the Phantom Of The Opera, “Canto Della Terra” in a duet with Bocelli, I could cry and now eighty, am I still feeling as young and happy as never before.
May 2010
There’s the so happy warble of a bird in the morning, a chirp so close above in front of me in my roof garden, happy, unafraid, as to tease me. Then somewhere “Tuuuiiiit – Tiiiirrrr”, endlessly, a bird’s lover’s duet calling each other “Where are you Darling?” “Here, Honey,” the whole day long. Two little birds chasing the other frisky from branch to branch.
And I remember Sarah Brightman singing “Think of me” in the Phantom Of The Opera, “Canto Della Terra” in a duet with Bocelli, I could cry and now eighty, am I still feeling as young and happy as never before.
May 2010
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