Resurrection
The skilled have fashioned melodies,
the keystrokes of the mind,
proclaiming hopes and verities,
extolling humankind;
colours unbeknown'st to us
do hover and distill,
and splash, now they're synonymous
with God's almighty will.
Might we as students of the art
assume a kindred tone,
interpret measures of the heart
'til theirs and ours are one;
re-craft with notes mellifluous
the stateliness of Brahms,
sonorities of Mahler,
noble men, brothers in arms?
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