Here is a poem I wrote about a dream I have had for a long time.
NOBODY TAUGHT ME TO SING
Beverly Sills and Kiri te Kenau I would like to be...
To be a diva
on the stage
To be the Merry Widow
La Traviata
Madama Butterfly
For a Saturday afternoon.
To transport others to a
glorious place
with filigree notes
in purple
velvet, spangled, bewigged.
To soar like the angels
To give such joy
To be
transmogrified.
To sing, to
enchant:
Resurrection
as a diva.
But nobody taught me to sing.
