I cannot stand the musician
because I value history,
because I value
and adore
the ability to connect to the past,
singing to tunes
words familiar
to saints long gone.
He keeps the words the same,
sure as much as I can tell,
but it feels like
he is celebrating his own creativity
as he turns the simple tunes
into melodies more complex
that lose the congregation
as multiple guitars
and drums
play along to something I don't recognize.
He drowns out
his own vocal partners.
How am I supposed to match him
when the girl next to him can't?
An organ master
knows to play softly as the flock sings,
even though
such a mighty instrument
can fill an chapel without trying.
They leave room in the air
for the voices of the lost-now-found
to feel welcome to sing along.
If you like,
tell me how to look at this differently.
Tell me how to see
these changing of the hymns-
in order to fit the fads of today's music-
as something good,
as I know I could see it
as the re-adaption,
re-interpretation,
of old things in new ways
building on the creativity of the past
with the creativity of now.
But I don't know
how to connect the feel of a concert
with the reverence I feel due to worship.
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