When the trumpeters and singers were as one, …the glory of theLordfilled the house of God. — 2 Chronicles 5:13-14
I heard it playing over and over inside my head, Felt it in my veins, rushing through my bloodstream, Like a wild boar in a cage struggling to break free… A hunger I’ve never felt for such a long time… A desire so strong I never thought I’d ever feel again.
The inexplicable feeling started two Sundays ago… I had to interrupt my mom who was, at that time, watching a Sunday night variety show on tv, Because I needed it (the tv) for what I imagined to be my mini concert in our living room that night. It didn’t take long for me to convince her as she immediately agreed that I use the tv for that purpose.
When the karaoke was all set, I began flipping through the pages of the song book. Soon I entered the number code of my first song for the night, And the next thing I know, I was singing with abandon one of my favorite sentimental love songs. And it felt good – So good, I wish I could go on forever… Unmindful if my voice was rusty for not singing for so long.
The minutes passed and I was lost in a world of my own. My lips singing the melody of a song so familiar, yet only my heart understood its language. And as I reached deeper into the night, Nostalgia took its place as some songs brought back countless beautiful memories with my beloved choir back in med school… I do miss them a lot.
I finally decided to call it a night, my voice a bit strained. I checked the time and realized that it was past 12AM. My dogs were sound asleep. The whole world has long retired. And there I was – Left with no one else but silence taking the stage, singing its own melody… Keeping me company for the rest of the night.
