
N S dos Remedios Choir
Since my mother's passing, I've been grieving 24/7 with just one exception: I feel totally at peace when I'm playing worship piano 🎹 at church ⛪️ services.
My music journey started in church with my first 'public performance' at age, nine—singing the Veronica in Latin.
In those days boys sang—five were chosen and the church violinist conducted the practice every afternoon, after school, during the entire 40-day Lenten Season.
We did the original "XYZ's Got Talent" decades before it became a thing: each Sunday, one boy was sent home, till one finalist (me) was left to face the music, solo!
I was so petrified that I pleaded with my mother to get me out of the mess. She said that two of her brothers had sung when they were my age, so why couldn't I?
So, every day after school, I'd have lunch and then go to the farthest end of our mango orchard, out of earshot, and sing that Latin lament at the top of my high-pitched voice—because there were no mics 🎙 in those days.
On The Day, at the cue from Senhor Florentino's violin, I looked at the bigger-than-life figure of Jesus, his head bowed, and sang those Latin words I couldn't decipher, yet understood in the moment. Time had stood still for me as I sang in a trance.

24.03.2024: Same place, same time; different times
It was the first time I experienced pin-drop silence and, above all, I could feel the peace, forgiveness, and unconditional love of Christ envelope me and the entire congregation in a sort of giant safety net.
I'm back full circle—in church ⛪️—where it all began. It’s the journey 🛣️ that matters. You don’t have to be a rockstar to enjoy the ride—even if it’s rocky.


