September 28: Outreach

I sang a concert with a hundred friends,
A new conductor and a brand-new season,
With music that collectively transcends
Chronology, geography, and reason.

Two times my eyes welled up, and twice they spilled,
From Purcell’s sorrow and from Bernstein’s joy
Love and philosophy were thus fulfilled,
In such a way that time cannot destroy.

But though all who have heard it will recall,
Its greatest enemy’s indifference
Of those who do not have the wherewithal
To actively combat their ignorance.

I only hope that hearing helps them see
We all can own a timeless melody.

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