Making melody in our hearts...

Here we are, a month since the last blog, sorry I'm not more like our good friend Patruchio with his verve of madness and emotion, who keeps writing like a very inspired writer regularly, anyway, here I am, and it's been a good week.
Ciao a tutti! E da un pezzo che non scrivo, ma non disperate, sono vivo e vegeto, nella mia pazza vita studentesca, che quest'anno mi entusiasma piu che mai! Quando avro finito gli studi, forse scrivero piu spesso, anzi regolarmente, sarebbe favoloso riuscire in quanto scrittore!!! Comunque...

Three nights ago, a night of excitement and new things happened, gathering people from all places and backgrounds to an event of special nature: an Open Stage performance night.
Arriving in this mystical yet cozy place, fairies flying around giving light to the stage and a colourful banner acknowleging the event, My companion and I saw our journey halt as we walked in. Actors doing a short play, a young girl one of the main actors, daughter of a great man and woman of God! Our friends from different places had been brought to this place and joined in our celebration.
The evening proceeded to be one of joy, excitement and laughter as each act went on. There was music, poetry, even the stupefying tunes of a beatboxer from the town of Londinium "Pum Pum Csh! Pum P-Pum Csh Wicky!", quite amazing!
The francophonic connection brought a great performance, a Genevoise singing and playing guitar with a Valencienne backing vocals, singing a song I had not heard before and loved!!!
A young economist was on and off, backing singers with his guitar and singing his own song too!
A heavenly creature in disguise eventually visited to give an idyllic singing performance, while a silent interpreter beautifully signed it.
We were not the only strangers, all were foreigners, all were friends. Companies of men like ours went forth to sing and strum. A wandering big dark man with a powerful voice brought to life two memorably powerful songs.
Two fantastic choirs gave brilliant and note perfect performances.
All the way through, people were bringing their poetic skills to the ears of the spectators:
There was a bizarre but comic Dutch extravaganza, where this young gentleman, like the majority of people who are not from Britannia noted how astonishing it is to see the British, a people so strangely wired (obviously, not half as strangely as the Latin) , line up in a polite queue everywhere he went! He also brought a poem about soap-operas and the bubbles ensuing from old ladies' mouths as they talk about them! Not all understood this gentleman, but I respected him for his light-hearted humour and his courage in walking upstage in a potentially hostile place, expressing his humble views, in a humble way...
We had romantic poems, dramatic poems, mythologic ones too! What a night to remember!
People who had never performed before were given the strength to step up and sing their hearts out without being put down, rather being encouraged by all. The Lord truly had His Hand over this night!
A young lady from across the sea sang her songs with a gentle and sweet sound coming from her lips, another brought her songs forth with determination and professionality.
Andrew from the clan McPoo, renown for his curious yet virtuous ideas and writings rendered the written accounts of an angry watermelon and with the help of our company and other fellows, splattered the same watermelon across the floor, having everyone in fits of laughter!
When our turn came to play, we just abandoned ourselves to the flow of the music, making melody in our hearts, singing of our Lord and Saviour and heart, my comrade's strings ringing across the room as if carried by a warm wind, vibrating into listener's nerves and ears and I, singing, being transported to louder and higher notes, passion increasing, waves of the Spirit touching us inspiring us as we went and touching the spectators...!

The place was left empty at the end of this celebration of gifts, fairies scattering, awaiting the next time they would guide these wanderers to a place where they can share their words and music with kindred spirits...

(Remembering the CPAS Open Mic night, Monday 22 November 2004, Mungo's bar, thanks so much, we were so blessed by it!)