The Song of the Accompanist

 

What pleasure it is to not be number 1.

No one is watching me, but everyone would feel the loss if I were absent.

My role is vital yet no one gives me a second thought.

Like air or water.

I have to be watchful and observant. Even though I am following, in my own way I lead.

The confidence in my notes brings confidence in their voices, and when I am unsure, they falter.

It gives me a sense of power.

Humble power, if there is such a thing.

 

 

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One response to “The Song of the Accompanist

  1. From one accompany to another, this is beautiful. Thank you! I will share this with my daughter who often accompanies her sister, letting her take center stage.

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