And show it the stage
Just like a little bird
I hop
And sing
Quietly
Breathing short
shallow breaths
and breathing a lot
But then I fly away
When my branch is shaken
Taking flight
And not looking back;
not with my eyes, anyway.
I wish I were more
Like a classic tenor
Full of power
And might
Balanced with delicacy of thought
and of feeling
Filling the space around me
With whatever I want
And standing my ground
Connected with the earth
With my eyes wide open
Taking a breath only occasionally
But when I do,
I breath in the world.
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Totally know how you feel i think. Singing has it's own pressures and freedoms... try being a low bass and thin as anything. I'm pretty far from the "classic" image.
shallow breaths
and breathing a lot
should probably be "and breathe a lot" or something - right now it's unfinished after that (the sentence)..
I like.
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