I cannot even imagine who I would be without a song. "A song is not a song until it is sung." I sing myself. I appreciate you listening to me sing my song and I will gladly listen to you sing your song. But please don't even think about singing my song. Perhaps, after reading this prose poem you will begin, if you have not already done so, to sing your own song.
Am I a song? I asked myself.
Once upon a time I pondered this question.
I did not want to accept the answer that was in my heart.
Then I heard people say: "I heard you singing," "Is that you I see walking and hear singing when I'm on my way to work in the morning?" "I really enjoy listening to you sing on the Downtown Mall." "You should join our choir." "You have a beautiful voice" "Have you recorded any of your music? I would like to have your recorded music, so I can listen to it often." And on and on I hear kindred-spirits' comments referencing my music.
Sometimes after people hear me - "Uriah Harp" - sing or play my harmonica they offer me money, even when I am playing in the streets. Usually I thank them but refuse to accept their donations. However, several Christmases ago, while stranded, because of bad weather, at the airport in Detroit, I played my harmonica and people joined me and sang Christmas carols. Later while walking down a corridor a man who heard me play my harmonica offered me money. I accepted his offer but it was several hours later when I discovered that he had given me a hundred dollar bill which I have in my treasure chest.
So, the answer or response to all these questions, complimentary comments and acts of kindness extended to me is articulated in this four-word sentence, "I am a song." This is why I sing. It is true : "A song is not a song until it is sung."
How can I not sing?" I cannot. Furthermore, nobody but me can sing my song, be he even the greatest virtuoso alive. I hear music. I feel music. I am a song. I lnvite you to listen to my song. But sing your own song. And know that I will continue to sing my song. I am a song.
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A passionate and poignant memoir written by a woman whose life has been guided by the words: "I am here to learn how to love well." The book is a deep examination of relationships, family, motivation, and honoring of the Self.
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