remember that part in the movie when he died? and they took him to his grave and dumped him unceremoniously in a hole in the ground. and he was blessed et spiritus sancti. and they poured a bucket of lime over him. and it was raining. and there he was, mozart, this legend, this genius, naked, covered in cloth, in this hole in the ground with every other man, woman and child that had died that month?

i knew it was mozart’s requiem playing as soon as i heard the first notes sung live last night at st. martin in the fields. and the way it echoed off the church walls and the way it swelled inside my chest. 

lacrimosa… these are the days of weeping. 

mozart