Tonight was the concert for the Middle School and High School choirs. Of course I had it in my mind to be attending even if we did not have to. Then, of course, I was helping out with it as well. How, might one ask. Did I play an instrument? No. I turned pages for a companion of mine, who is a musical wonder (in my mind at least), who has been teaching eighth grade music. She served as the pianist for the concert. It was beautiful concert and many people left proud of their daughters.
As the concert ended and people stood to clap and to go greet their daughters, I had this feeling rush over me. I miss the magic of music that was always in my life, for most of it at least. It is not that it is not here now, but I am not in a band or of the like. Being a part of a concert, even if it was the odd runs I did a few times or being support to the teachers (my companion and the paid teacher) or turning pages or feeding my companion with all the rehearsing, was amazing and wonderful. No one needs to really know I was a part of it, but I know that I made a difference somewhere.
When all this set in, I felt a multitude of tears inside of me for all the memories that I have. This of course was aided by all the other things I miss as well. It is amazing the impression and good we can do for the people we come across, especially youth given the vocation I am discerning now.
I do not have to always be missing the magic of music. There are plenty of chances still for it. Yes, there will be the memories and the things I will always miss and never forget. There also can be new endeavors and challenges. The magic of music is all around, I just have to know where to find it and create it and be a part of it.