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 meI was hearing the voice of God.