Saturday, March 5, 2011

La Daughter Rocked It

It turned out to be a very small room that Daughter performed her piece in the CMEA's Solo/Ensemble Festival at Sonoma State today.


[An aside: CMEA stands for the California Association for Music Education. Shouldn't it be CAME? But then I guess that would make too many middle schoolers giggle.]


Pete, Youngest and I stood outside the room when it was her turn to perform. It was what she had originally wanted, although when we got up to leave she said to us, "You can stay, if you have to." But it was said with enough of her true desire seeping through that we opted to leave.


But I left my miracle SmartPen with her music director. The quality of the recording stinks. (The music director is seated far closer to the piano.) Yet I have listened to it at least two dozen times. And I have cried every time.


She has given me permission to post it to the blog. But right now? Right now? Right now, it is mine and mine alone.


She is not mine, of course. She has never really been mine.


But a part of her is.


The lyrics, I will share with you. But her voice. I will keep it to myself a bit longer.


HOMEWARD BOUND
Words and Music by Marta Keen
In the quiet misty morning, when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing and the sky is clear and red,
When the summer's ceased its gleaming, when the corn is past its prime,
When adventure's lost its meaning, I'll be homeward bound in time.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
If you find it's me you're missing, if you're hoping I'll return,
To your thought I'll soon be list'ning; in the road I'll stop and turn.
Then the wind will set me racing as my journey nears its end,
And the path I'll be retracing when I'm homeward bound again.
Bind me not to the pasture. Chain me not to the plow.
Set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow.
In the quiet misty morning when the moon has gone to bed,
When the sparrows stop their singing, I'll be homeward bound again.


I imagine I would have found meaning in any song she had sung. "This Old Man." "When The Saints Come Marching In."


But "set me free to find my calling and I'll return to you somehow" truly says something.

2 comments:

Tara R. said...

Good for her! I look forward to hearing her performance.

Mayberry said...

Beautiful lyrics. I can only imagine how much more beautiful her voice makes them.

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