Ode to a countertenorpublished: 2010-04-25
They practice until their fingers bleed. And you? You sing and sing until nothing holds you back anymore. Neither mind nor body.
I stand here, you say. Please listen.
Where do you leave your hands if they’re not holding words? Next to your body. You don’t need them. Nor the violins behind you.
I told you so, says your mind. You thought you could give up on life just to sing? Then do it, if you must. Sing.
You are defiant. You are angry. Your voice says you will not be held back. Not by your mind. Not by your body.
So there you stand. Your hands next to your body. And you sing.