Homework WE 25/4/16 - Morning Melodies
Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 6:23 pm
What an interesting set of prompts, Maureen! Coincidentally, I read them last week on the very day that we went to Morning Melodies at our local Brolga Theatre. The performers were Tenori - three fabulous singers who gave us everything from opera to pop ... and who took me on a whirlwind journey down memory lane ...
MORNING MELODIES
(c) Shelley Hansen 18/4/16
Our week had been quite hard, and I was feeling sad inside,
and so I sought the solace that sweet music can provide.
We noticed Morning Melodies was playing in our town.
We had the opportunity – and so we headed down.
There, in the darkened theatre, we saw the show unfold –
dynamic showmen blessed with voices dipped in liquid gold!
They call themselves Tenori – just three men upon a stage -
who stirred the leaves of yesterday as breezes turn a page.
From legendary Lanza to Ol’ Blue Eyes, King of Swing –
they shared melodic memories and made the rafters ring.
The operatic classics swelled with sounds that were sublime
and soon the scene receded as I journeyed back in time.
The water-coloured memories rose up like morning mist …
of lazy weekend afternoons, the western sun that kissed
the curtains with its dappled light as I lay on the floor
as records played … a child, entranced to hear the music soar.
My father was a tenor and I came to understand
the colour of the voices – lyric, baritonal, grand.
Then when I learned piano I could hardly wait to play
his songs – so I could be accompanist to him some day.
I drifted back from reverie to feel a warming glow.
The past is gone – but in my heart it lives, and well I know
that music stirs the hidden springs of memory … and yet …
it also spreads a soothing balm that helps us to forget.
MORNING MELODIES
(c) Shelley Hansen 18/4/16
Our week had been quite hard, and I was feeling sad inside,
and so I sought the solace that sweet music can provide.
We noticed Morning Melodies was playing in our town.
We had the opportunity – and so we headed down.
There, in the darkened theatre, we saw the show unfold –
dynamic showmen blessed with voices dipped in liquid gold!
They call themselves Tenori – just three men upon a stage -
who stirred the leaves of yesterday as breezes turn a page.
From legendary Lanza to Ol’ Blue Eyes, King of Swing –
they shared melodic memories and made the rafters ring.
The operatic classics swelled with sounds that were sublime
and soon the scene receded as I journeyed back in time.
The water-coloured memories rose up like morning mist …
of lazy weekend afternoons, the western sun that kissed
the curtains with its dappled light as I lay on the floor
as records played … a child, entranced to hear the music soar.
My father was a tenor and I came to understand
the colour of the voices – lyric, baritonal, grand.
Then when I learned piano I could hardly wait to play
his songs – so I could be accompanist to him some day.
I drifted back from reverie to feel a warming glow.
The past is gone – but in my heart it lives, and well I know
that music stirs the hidden springs of memory … and yet …
it also spreads a soothing balm that helps us to forget.
Seems you have discovered my psychic side 
