David sang “holy” with his harp,
I with my violin.
He would string melancholy apart,
I would let sadness in.
He didn’t even know Mozart,
I didn’t know T’hillim.

David played fast with the girls,
I with atoms grew wild.
He would explore love’s rules,
I would encompass a field.
Both battled God like fools
To tie Him to our shield.

This then the sweetest art,
Music unparalleled:
To question God from the start
Until from this chamber compelled
And to the future life depart
Where discordant formulas jelled.

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