water night.

Night with the eyes of a horse that trembles in the night,

night with eyes of water in the field asleep

is in your eyes, a horse that trembles,

is in your eyes of secret water.

Eyes of shadow-water,

eyes of well-water,

eyes of dream-water.

Silence and solitude,

two little animals moon-led,

drink in your eyes,

drink in those waters.

If you open your eyes,

night opens, doors of musk,

the secret kingdom of the water opens

flowing from the center of night.

And if you close your eyes,

a river fills you from within,

flows foward, darkens you:

night brings its wetness to the beaches in your soul.

The original version of this poem is in Spanish; it is called Agua Nocturna. This poem has become the lyrics for my current favorite song, Water Night by Eric Whitacre.

Last Saturday, I auditioned for Regional Choir. I selected my solo for the audition way back in November, a German Brahms piece titled Wie Melodien. It took a while, but it grew on me and I loved it by the time the audition came around. I made it into regionals, which I am ecstatic about. Not only did I make it in, but I had a personal best this year. I scored 87 out of 100 points, ranking me #10 of the 25 altos selected for the choir. My solo alone was a 58 out of 60, which I feel is certainly worth being proud of.

What does this have to do with Water Night? It is one of the pieces for our performance. I opened up the manila envelope with the clinician's music selections and was thrilled when I pulled it out. Listening to it is an ethereal experience. Being a part of it...that will be something entirely different.