In memory of our singing friends
and others who gave their time to helping the N.C.S. 

Believe in dreams and wonder, and in castles on distant shores,
and ever opening doors, rainbows on the rise, and loving, laughing eyes.

Believe, and all your wishes will come true, your dreams will come to pass.
And when you've believed in all these things, then give it all away - every single day.
For magic's just that way.

From a poem called The Magician by Linda A. Copp

My Song by Rabindranath Tagore
This song of mine will wind its music around you my child, like the fond arms of love.
The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing.
When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, 
when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness.
My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown.
It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road.
My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things.
And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart.

There is this girl we all know.
Who's more beautiful than fresh fallen snow.
She's loving and kind, much better than fine.
She's one in a trillion or so.

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Ralph Brereton
1940 - 26th Oct 2009

"Music binds us together with invisible threads"

When the bright lamp is carried in,
the sunless hours again begin;
O'er all without, in field and lane,
the haunted night returns again.

Now we behold the embers flee
about the firelit hearth; and see
our faces painted as we pass,
like pictures, on the window-glass.

Must we to bed indeed? Well then,
let us arise and go like men,
and face with an undaunted tread
the long black passage up to bed.

Farewell, O brother, sister, sire!
O pleasant party round the fire!
The songs you sing, the tales you tell,
till far tomorrow, fare ye well!
                         Robert Louis Stevenson