In a very real way, this is the church for me:
It takes a great deal of practice and talent and the contemplation of sublime and mundane things alike to stand before others in that fashion, and testify. The words are no more complicated than a ransom note. What is being held? What will it take to free it? All I can do is tell you about it, imperfectly.
Applause is not just an odd noise at the end of that silky skein of notes.