My First Rehearsal
The joy of the giving voice
Lullaby with living strings
Where the genius of the orchestral architect
Meets the willing heart
And the masterful praise of the conductor
Here I am seated by the Lord
Rejoicing with the harmony
All the ancient sages before me
I am lost in the great cathedrals
And realize our oneness with the past
This shall indeed last
RIP
August 24, 2015
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