I needed to hear clearly the words they were singing so I downloaded the lyrics. Here are the words expressing my wonderful tears, all the way from the first “cry” to the end.
“ … hands that shape our calling voice
on the edge of answers
you’ve heard our cry, you’ve known our cry: music’s fierce compassion flows from you.
The night is restless with the sounds we hear, is broken, shaken by the cries of pain:
for this is music’s inner voice,
saying, yes, we hear you,
all you who cry aloud,
and we will fly, answering you: so our lives sing, sing,
wild we will fly,
wild in spirit we will fly.
Like a feather falling from the wing, fragile as a human voice,
afraid, uncertain,
alive to love, we sing as love, afraid, uncertain,
yet our flight begins as song.”
Speaking of the end; some of you know how much I’m nourished by the two bass parts on the last word, “song,” although only one or two of them were allowed to stay on the D while the rest floated up the scale.
Exquisite indeed.
Yes, I concur with John’s deep feelings that music touches our souls, the deepest parts of our soul, where tears are maybe the best, and only, logical expression for our emotions. Thank you John for sharing this beautiful song with all of us