Sunday, February 14, 2016

Open Post About Where Words Fail Music Speaks

         When it comes to writing for me the quote, " where words fail music speaks" always comes to mind. This is quote applies to a speech I wrote down below:

        " Good afternoon students, teachers, administration, faculty, and parents and welcome to the 2015 graduation ceremony. We are here to rejoice and cherish the milestone of our graduates moving onto the real world. Our past twelve years were the confirmation of our self-worth in society. Through hard work and dedication we all proved ourselves worthy of this moment and now we are here. Today, we transform from little apprentices to our own selfmade composers. Today we create the symphonies and concertos of our new lives ahead.

         We started out our journey as apprentices and our composers were our parents and professors who helped refine our pitches with deep compassion. We wouldn’t be anything but hot-cross buns without these outstanding figures. Our remarkable parents are the reason we sit here today in this moment in time. They are our Mozart and Tchaikovsky and with gentle but structured wave of their batons, we began the journey to success as they tuned our every squeak and chord along the way. Our teachers. We first came into school with practically just our name and some knowledge of the alphabet. Despite our defiance and admiration of everything involving school you still continue to teach us. You understood the value of what is to become of us, a good song. When the last bell rang, we dashed out of class because of your relentless instruction. But because of you we had committed the scales to memory. Recognized and played every chord with zeal and perfection. Conquered advance repertoire. Mastered every standard excerpt known to man, and along the way grown into substantial intellectuals in and out of the classroom. Today I commend parents and teachers for being the underlying harmony to our future careers and success.

         Little do you remember, we all shared a musical moment together. All of us in 4th grade learned how to play the world’s best instrument, the recorder. We all got to choose what color we wanted and got a book of songs as well. At first, our attempts of playing the recorder were a sad sight to see being that we could barely get a note out without the recorder squeaking. With a little more time, patience, and a lot of practicing, we all ended up mastering the recorder and all the songs in the book. The next year some of us even went on to playing real instruments such as the flute or tuba. Others ended their journey and did not move on to play the more advance instruments. This is similar to the world and our class today. Some of us will be the famous movie stars living the big life and entertaining the public while others will be in their humble homes living the life of a suburban adult. Not all of us can be the next Whitney Houston or Mariah Carey, and there’s nothing wrong with that. But if you do get the chance like them, seize that one moment in time, make it shine.

         Do not inspire your music for the world, but let the world inspire your music for you. I do not care if you get the chance to explore something as irrelevant to your life as Wyoming take it! You only have one life to live you should at least spend some time treasuring the vast cultures that can change your life for the better. From my last two years at Blue Lake Fine Arts Camp I have met many other kids just as talented as me from all parts of the world. I remember last summer one of my roommates was from Poland and he was a dance major. Although he missed his home, he was happy to say that he had the chance to visit America and see how different the lifestyle is from Poland. Later on at camp, I was interviewed and accepted to go on their tour for the Blue International Exchange Program. This is a huge opportunity for me because i get to live my dream of traveling the world playing music in different countries. Unfortunately, I declined the offer because of my very busy schedule in the summer and could not afford to leave for one month to tour. Those are the movements of my life I wish i could’ve composed in my K-12 symphony but one day the time will come to write those movements whether they are the ending or just the beginning of my new life ahead. Every part of the world has something new that you won’t find just from staying in one place. The world is your oyster and your inspiration so don’t take it for granted and go out there see what the world has to offer you.

         Unfortunately high school, like all great fermatas, must conclude. You can try to make it last but you and i both know its not possible. But with the conclusion of a masterpiece comes the arise to new ones, better ones, just as memorable as the last. These past four movements of our high school careers will be committed to memory like a favorite song with utter satisfaction and joyous nostalgia. These movements were crafted carefully by us and and refined by our teachers and parents that will be the foundation of our new symphonies. Our greatest works our yet to come. What will these works be? Where will they take place? These answers are all up you. Strive to maximum quality and spawn a song that will leave people in awe for decades to come.

         Congratulations and good luck class of 2015. May your symphonies be filled with the sweetest notes and the richest melodies."

Many people have trouble finding the words to convey what they are thinking. I strongly suggest finding the music in their heart and starting there.

         

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