The Voice of God

On the page, it looked… nothing… The beginning simple… almost comic… Just a pulse. Bassoons, basset horns…  like a rusty squeezebox…

And then, suddenly, high above it, an oboe…

A single note, hanging there, unwavering… until a clarinet took it over… sweetened it into a phrase of such delight…

This was no composition by a performing monkey. This was a music I had never heard… filled with such longing, such unfulfillable longing…

It seemed to me that I was hearing the voice of God…

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