Today, I played my hospice harp for a gentleman who is a percussionist and a great lover of the Beatles. As a child he and his friend would listen to them all day long. I played him several Beatles tunes on my white DeLight harp… gentle soothing ballads of “The Long and Winding Road,” “Hey Jude,” and many more. 
When I’d finished that set, I moved to “Fields of Gold” by Sting and my client motioned to his son to bring him his conga from the other room. The gentleman soon started playing with me, so I suggested we start from the top. We had a lovely ensemble of gently patted conga and lever harp. I was blown away by how this moment of Music-making deeply touched me. We promised to do it again soon. In tribute to this special moment in time:
The Music still lives in him
He must let it out….
“The Music still lives in me!”
You almost hear him shout!
Bring him his conga,
Let him pat out the beat.
Play with the harpist –
In Music they meet.
The Music still lives in him
There is no doubt…
The Music still lives in him
He has to let it out…
They’re brought together
By Sting’s “Fields of Gold.”
Rhythm, harmony, melody
All listeners enfold.
The Music still lives in him
And it ALWAYS will…
For Music is living Spirit
Impossible to kill.
Ill health and hospice,
Even the summer’s smoky air
Can’t get in the way;
We certainly don’t care
For when it’s time to make Music
The beat takes command.
Harmony underpins,
The melody sings….and….
The Music still lives in him
There is no doubt…
The Music still lives in him
Together we let it out…
~Celia Ann~ 7/30/18