Grace and Peace to you.
A composer labored over a symphony,
creating with ordinary instruments
the very music of heaven.
Even before its debut,
word spread of its beauty,
of its power to transfigure the listener,
and the honor
the masterpiece would bring
to their little town.
Tickets to the performance
were ridiculously expensive,
granting the highest social standing.
On the day of the concert
people fought their way in,
though the composer sat in the back.
As the orchestra began, people were swept away.
Within the first few notes they were weeping.
Within a minute they were in ecstasy.
Before the orchestra had even played through
the first theme, the audience was shouting,
hailing as a genius the startled composer,
whom they carried on their shoulders
out of the theater and into the square,
where they soon erected a statue
of the composer, whose masterpiece,
beyond the first few measures,
to their dying days, they never actually heard.