This past weekend I had the wonderful luck of listening to a community string orchestra perform at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. Being immersed as I am in law and criminals and some of the darker aspects of humanity, it was a wonderful breath of fresh air to sit back and listen to beauty as it happened. It also made me realize how desperately I miss music. I don’t mean singing, per se, because I do that frequently and loudly at karaoke.
I miss being part of a choir performing a work that is hundreds of years old. I miss getting chills as I hold my score when the right amalgamation of notes and melodies coincide into a burst of magic. I miss watching people with tears in their eyes as I make music. But I am glad I was able to experience what I did on Friday night.
The orchestra played both classical and colloquial selections. Mozart alongside the Bonanza fugue. They finished their set with a compilation of moments from The Pirates of the Caribbean. Whether the tone was playful, melancholy, or serious, though, I had a smile on my face and in my heart. Music is just good for my soul.