:: springtime symphony ::

:: JMJ :: 

:: My suspicion is always confirmed around this time of year that the month of May is nought but an insufficient scrap of time into which is crammed an incredibly high concentration of chaotic thrill. Final exams, graduations, First Communions, parties, auditions, recitals, concerts ... it seems that all at once these events impertinently wedge themselves by way of ink into the declining whiteness of the calendar pages. I have gradually learned to accept this as 'May's way', and I have discovered that one can do nothing except simply enjoy every minute of the motley pandemonium. This year's month of May has been no exception, we are five days in now, and the month of our Lady has been filled to the brim. Nonetheless, the excitement is electrifying, and the month began with quite a charge. The final orchestra concert of the year awakened the month of May with a compelling chord. The end of an orchestra season always feels a bit like the end of an era: bittersweet but inevitable. This particular orchestra season was a blessing and one that greatly impacted me in my musical growth. It is curious what a difference in one's life can be made by way of orchestra rehearsals. The rhythm of weekly rehearsals, same place, same people, can present a trying challenge of patience and endurance. Nevertheless, it is accompanied by the blessing of being surrounded by unique personalities and experiences. A music stand filled with papers that hold the notes to a 45 minute symphony can be daunting, yet inviting. The long car rides home lead to sleepy discussions and stops for ice cream. (Thank you, Daddy! ◠‿◠ ) As one season of musical growth through experiencing the glories of a symphony comes to a close, I look back fondly on the memories and lessons learned. I have experienced another season of great music and great instruction. I have learned that a musician acts as interpreter for the listener, translating the mysterious language of music note by note. Rhythm and harmony can blend sweetly under the baton of a conductor, creating waves of sound to wash over the audience, illuminating the ideal of the composer. And so, the end of the era has been reached; of course, there is always next year to look forward to, but for now, I am still treasuring this year's parting notes of a springtime symphony. ::  

:: Graci Rose Stefania ::