Wherever you are in the world, and no matter the style of music you love to sing – the world needs your song.
Your voice is the only one of its kind in the whole world. Throughout all of time for millions of years, the particular sound of your voice has never existed before this moment in time. The universe has NEVER HEARD your voice. Your voice is the flower of an amazing human evolution.
What a shame it would be to not share and develop that with a caring and sympathetic teacher. Or share it in a church choir, or a classroom, or a hospital room, or a senior living center.
One of the saddest occurrences to me in life has been those wonderful singers I’ve worked with who have stopped singing for some reason or another: the ‘career’ didn’t work out, kids came along, other interests vied for attention, a day job got in the way. The world has lost these voices, and I think that’s very sad.
Your unique voice brings joy to those around you. It is your human birthright to sing your song. Don’t pattern after another, or copy them; your voice is unique.
Do you know the most beautiful voice in the world?
It is YOUR VOICE every time you sing a song from the heart, or sit down to practice a scale, or share a beloved song or hymn with a loved one.
Simplicity of song is usually the best, too. Don’t feel that you have to shock and awe with your voice. My mother, who was one of the dearest and most beloved people in my life, succumbed to ovarian cancer in 1997.
Do you know her favorite song?
“Jesus Loves Me.”
As she lay dying from that malicious and horrible disease, we sang to her. Singing was a source of connection and uplift. It doesn’t have to be grand, or ornate, or spectacularly operatic.
In this voluble world of shifting values and technological changes, we need the simple unaffected sound of YOUR VOICE.
You can change the world, one musical phrase at a time.
One of my favorite songs has the words:
We’re like birds
who are perched
on the limbs of a tree.
When the time is right
we simply fly away.
Then other birds come,
and take our places.
But they won’t stay.
We come, we go.
It was always so,
and so it will always be.
We’re like a flock of birds
But listen to me,
I want you to know
the most important thing:
Before the time when we must fly away
We have the chance to sing.
DON’T MISS THE CHANCE