There are very few shows that I will not applaud for.
Normally, if it was if I didn’t like the performance.
Tonight’s performance, I did not applaud because some music is so sacred that clapping could not articulate my deep love for the notes. I wanted simply to kneel and cover my head with my pashmina in prayer. I felt wrapped up in the womb of God, and the applause was too loud. I had cried for over 90 minutes listening to Verdi’s requiem. It was like being wrapped in a blanket and held gently as all the sorrow and grief I ever felt poured out of me in prayer.
I stood at the end, but I wanted to kneel, just kneel, cover my head, and cry silently. I wanted silence…the only way to honor such magnificence was through silence. A silence where the sound that I did not want to end would continue to seep into my soul. I was in a womb of sound, of purity, of goodness, of light, of love, of understanding, of connection, of unity.
I was home.