Dearly Beloved, 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.
Steve Garnaas-Holmes email@example.com