That most sweet of composers,
Brahms, wrote a German Requiem
So lovely it defies description.
I lived two blocks from campus. Grieving,
I walked one day to see a performance
And sat entranced, in tears.
When the orchestra and the choir build
Together the swirling darkness to proclaim
“Denn alles Fleisch, es ist wie Gras,”
I feel physically that my flesh, all flesh, is as grass,
Even as my scalp crawls with shock at the beauty.
Today I watch badly pixellated minifigures
Playing online. So pathetic by comparison.
And yet it still brings me to tears.
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