after we die,

The Lord comes to take us in,

Like harvesting sheaves of grain!”

The sound of the psalm is clear and quiet, hovering over the audience.

Like daylight, like stars.

All the complex orchestration and counterpoint disappeared, leaving only the quietly flowing four-part harmony of the string instruments, echoing the weak triplet of the woodwind section.

In the interlude after the first stanza, the "announcer motive", "pleasure motive" and "ascension motive" are reviewed in turn, and new things are brewing.

Various scenes from his past life appeared like a revolving lantern, and he clicked for the band.

He thought of his mournful pleas and the losses he feared.

But at this time, the mezzo-soprano girl behind the harp stood up again and sang like this:

"Believe, your heart, believe -

All is not lost!”

The alto oboe cooperates with her deeply soothing ballad, presenting a transformation of the second stanza "Hymns of the Resurrection".

"….You have not lost everything!"

Kaplan's whole body was shaking like an electric shock.

"You have, yes, you have everything you desire!

Have everything you love and fight for!!!"

There's a little more entry vocals here.

He suppressed his emotions and instructed the band to respond again with the "pleasure motive" and the "ascension motive".

The other girl next to the girl also stood up slowly, spreading her arms to lift her up.

Like answering for the composer, answering for the conductor;

It also seems to be a consolation and announcement to the choir members who are also suffering from illness and suffering;

She sang the third verse, which was transformed from the "ascension motive"——

"Believe it:

Your birth was not in vain!

Your survival and suffering are not in vain!"

Capron could no longer maintain restraint.

He began to choke, and two lines of hot tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.

In the fourth stanza of the "Hymn of the Resurrection", the choir hummed out:

"Everything that is born must perish..."

The atmosphere is solemn, the voice is heavy, and the mood is depressed.

...The living must perish? The audience was hesitant and hesitant.

But as Kaplan clapped his hands hard and took a second breath, they no longer hesitated and shouted unreservedly to the world:

"But those who were destroyed will be resurrected!!!"

One low and one high, one suppressed and one raised, the heaven and earth were eclipsed by it!

The audience's stage suddenly became clear and they burst into tears!

"End the trembling, stop being afraid..."

“Get ready for the new life!!!”

In the intermezzo, the violin plays a seven-degree jump upwards, as if looking up to the sky, and the band connects the late moon and the early glow with a moving sound flow.

Everything has changed.

In the fifth and sixth verses, Kaplan felt that he could no longer feel the existence of the lower half of his body.

But he started to look up to the sky and laugh.

Because the soprano solo and the mezzo-soprano duet are rising high and high:

"Ah, the all-pervading sickness,

I'm out of your clutches!

O invincible death,

Now you are conquered!

On wings won with the power of passionate love,

I will fly away,

Fly towards the light that the naked eye has never seen!”

The long road is coming to an end, and salvation is in sight. The string instruments are vibrating, and the harp is playing arpeggios as smooth as a mirror. He is directing the flute and French horn to beat, while laughing with tears streaming down his face.

In the seventh verse, the "ascension motive" finally transforms into its final form.

He burst into tears with laughter, and the most complicated part of the score had already been memorized in his mind. At this moment, his fingers passed over the seats above the choir in turn, giving the beat points, and raised them slightly——

"On wings won with the power of passionate love..." the mezzo-soprano sang the Ascension Motive.

"...on wings won with the power of ardent love..." A group of tenors sang the Ascension Motive.

“……on wings won with the power of ardent love…” The second tenor group sang the Ascension Motive.

"......on wings won with the power of ardent love..." the soprano group sang the Ascension Motive.

“……………… on wings won with the power of ardent love…” The bass group sang the motivation for ascension…

The vocals and the band are successively mismatched, rising layer by layer, and the counterpoint parts are intertwined. The miracle of resurrection appears before our eyes, setting off a white-hot climax that is overwhelming:

"On wings won with the power of passionate love,

I will spread my wings and fly high!

I will die until I am reborn!!!"

Another set of designated brass pipes sang a triumphant song, and Capron's gray hair withered and melted like snow touching flames.

He raised the baton high, higher than the orchestra, higher than the choir——

The musician sitting on the organ bandstand has his hands and feet falling on the keyboard!

"Buzz!!" The whole hall was vibrating with resonance!

In the eighth verse, the dazzling "Hymn of the Resurrection", the entire orchestra and choir's blood surged to their cheeks, they opened their arms and sang loudly:

"Resurrection, yes, you will be resurrected,

My heart, just in a moment!

Everything you strive for,

Will lead you to see the radiance!"

Countless sacred sounds complement each other, the tremolo becomes crystal clear, and the celestial bodies begin to crush and collide with each other!

"fly----"

Kaplan felt a faint mosquito sound in his ears.

He didn't know if he was still swinging.

Consciousness was passing, and he was stalling for time by trying his best to outline the score in his mind.

The empirical part is dissipating and the transcendental part is rising.

The sound of the bells rose louder and louder, and the sound of the trumpet extended to the ends of heaven and earth.

"Thump, thump..." His vision was filled with black nothingness, and his heart was beating violently.

The timpani began its thunderous rolling, and the originally rippling golden color of the symphony hall turned into a blinding incandescence.

The ultimate success!

“Keng!!!”

The strong attack of the E flat major chord at the end of the band overshadowed the sound of the conductor's baton falling to the ground.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump..." The heartbeat seems not to be my own, but to a higher place farther away from me.

Higher and farther.

It felt like many people put down their instruments in a hurry, and it seemed like more people jumped onto the stage. It was just a feeling.

"Flies——————————" The buzzing noise in my ears grew from small to loud, and then gradually left. The pain in my heart seemed to be floating away piece by piece on a hot air balloon.

No fans were heard applauding, and there was no more sound.
Chapter completed!