write music

Well, it really isn’t, but I think I’m going to start arranging again. I used to arrange for a quartet I sang with. The woman who was the soprano is a dear friend and she wants me to arrange some things for us to record. I like arranging. It’s fun and I really feeling accomplished when I’ve arranged something.

Yeah, yeah, yeah – it ain’t writin’ music, but it’s a start! Ummm, a restart???

I’ve actually written three songs that I think have worth. Actually, I think two of them have worth. I’m not as sure of the third one. I even tried to arrange the Christmas song i wrote for my a cappella group.

Here are the words for my Christmas song. It’s called Why?

I don’t understand this baby boy.
Why is he so rare?
People rush to watch him sleep.
Why do people care?
Three Kings kneel in the straw.
Why do they come where he lies?
The mother sings as she rocks her son.
Why are there tears in her eyes?

I don’t understand this baby boy.
Why is he the one?
A shepherd said he was born to God.
Why is he God’s son?
The animals speak of a heavenly grace.
Why can they talk this night?
They say he’ll make all people free.
Why would he bring us light?

I don’t understand this baby boy.
Why does the night sky glow?
I hear he loves me as I am.
Why should he love me so?
Tell me what he wants from me.
Why can’t I understand?
He frightens me with his quiet smile.
Why do I fear his hand?

I don’t understand this baby boy.
Why does my soul feel strange?
He holds my life in his open hands.
Why do I know I am changed?