Can we listen to the past? Perhaps when we have some record. But, when all traces of sound are absent, what can we hear of another time? What, when faced with the ultimate silence of an epoch that has passed, can we look to? We reach into the dark…

And then we find these words.  These words that once were sung.   But even they have been silenced…by the decay of parchment, of stone, of a language, of memory.  Still, in the few that remain we hear a voice.  A voice that reaches toward and speaks through us.  As we project ourselves into the past through our own remembering and imagining of these words, so do they project themselves into the future.  By singing the song of another, the past is made present.  The now that was becomes the now that is.  We hear now again.