Summer Concert Haiku

Since 2013 the beginning iof summer In earnest for me and Sally has been marked by the summer concert of one of our local primary schools, Botanic. Its a gloriously diverse school socio-economically, ethnically, religiously, and it has a excellent musical tradition. Unfortunately for the past 3 years due to covid the concert has not happened and music lessons have been radically curtailed. Senior pupils have not had the chance of performing publicly before, younger pupils have not had older performers to aspire to, and the school has not yet been able to re-establish an orchestra. So last night's concert at Fitzroy was curtailed in comparison to pre-covid times, without some of the genuinely virtuoso performances we have seen previously, but no less joyous, for all the participants, parents, grandparents, miscellaneous other relatives and assorted hangers-on like Sally and me. The children's performances of perfectly chosen pieces, were enhanced by the eager searching out of familiar faces in the audience, followed by less-than surreptitious waves, while the eclectic Ulster Orchestra quartet helping out were superb.

All of that is a long-winded introduction to another haiku...

Joyous light glinting
off wide, obsidian eyes,
singing of high hopes.

Selah

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