You come to me, running

with tears in your eyes

and your arms longing

to embrace me

my hands, shaking

drenched in blood,

touch you for

the first time

your warmth, your light

has reached the darkness

of my heart

and I can feel it stretching

its muscles, its blood

flowing, its voice

preparing to sing

how wonderful it is

to love and to greet it

as it settles in your soul

"Obra Mai Fu"

George Frideric Handel

Gentle Lord Jesus,

have mercy on the villains,

the necessary evil,

for though his hands are bloody

his trail littered with dead men

his heart aches for beauty

for the flowers that grow

only in Your garden

and for the warmth of love

only You can allow him

Lacrimosa

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart