Choir Memory - Poem
Written By Zhaoyang (Andy) Li
On the riser we stand.
Darkness makes us nervous.
When the conductor gestures,
The light shines on us.
The accompanist starts playing.
Her hands dance on the black and white keys.
As the conductor waves his fingers,
We sing our heart to the performance.
The music notes begin to swing.
Our melody delights the audience.
Everybody moves with our voice,
And everybody claps on the beats.
The choir chirps in rhythm of gold and diamond.
The audience listens and nods.
Stepping off the riser, the choir smiles and devours
The moment of connection of spirits.