Best performances
are made when people around are in their focused state like during a funeral
mass where silence is evident and parts for words and music stand out. Funeral
music reflects reverence not only the music choice but the controlled delivery
same with the words said for the deceased.
It is the time to express the real essence what a song is performed with
intense feeling and sincerely sharing the beauty and meaning of a song.
I had
the privilege to sing for
a funeral mass and doing so made me
feel how important sharing during this moment of bereavement. I was there not
show how good I am. I was there sharing sentiments of the highest order and
just in that moment could lead you to really what is right at that particular
stance without someone telling you or directing you what is proper. You are
there like a member of the family among the intimate gathering of mostly
relatives and close friends. And sharing special song relating to the occasion is
added drama to life and a milestone being an artist in the true sense of the
word.
There
is no hush during bereavement. Even the photographers and video man where in
just one corner never moving here and there like during weddings and capturing
only special moments to avoid the flashes now and then. There are not much
color around except for more of the whites and blacks as an indication of
respect. Well, a sort of controlled intensity but the beauty of it all is once
in awhile we have to be around where drama is a part of life to be involved
with.
I can
say that the few hours I was with the bereaved family doing my share is a
reflection that every moment in one’s life indicates no certainty and doing,
thinking and helping in a way are the best things to do while on earth. If you
don’t have much money to afford sharing, maybe talents voluntarily shared serve
as an alternative without asking something in return but if it gives and
insisted, feel free to accept.
Here, time comes so fast and ready for grasp
Where certainty reels like tough task
Whispering in silence not asked
Come to me and live another life that last
As substitute for eternal presence at dusk
For death is another feat to trust