Conference reflections
As the music begun I slumped in my seat.
Bruce raised held his hand up cuing in each musician in time.
Then the flute started to sing a song of love,
He had me by the heart, I sat up at attention.
Water welled in my eyes and my heart began to ache.
It wasn't long until the solo flourished and the brass joined in.
The chordal changes dragged me along as the piece expanded.
Witnessing each member move in time as if one was soul touching.
Then, the trombones came to the forefront, I removed my glasses.
Sobbing quietly in the audience, by my lonesome.
I was quite fortunate that Pearson did not stop the piece.
Indeed the band played on and I continued to quietly sob.
As the piece came to a conclusion I made the right decision to leave.
I could not subject myself to this for much longer.
The ache of my heart provided the longing sensation I had avoided for so long.
T'was true what everyone said, 'this will be the worst decision of your life'.
Musician's and injuries are never a choice, treatment is however.
My choice to not operate from many standpoints was valid.
However the heart cannot comprehend decisions made by the brain.
I'm sorry heart, this one is something that needs to remain forever and always.
Forever TubaChick x
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