They sang their hearts out in German to an English hearing crowd.
Yawns overcame the performance hall, and it became apparant
that someone was missing it.
Bach scores were raised high and the conductor's baton commanded each note to perfection.
But still, someone was missing it.
The voices blended in excellence. Each sound complimented with the strike of a bow to a string and air to a reed.
But still, someone was missing it.
In all its beauty and elegance, the meaning was lost.

With hymns and choruses they stood and sang their hearts out,
Yet somehow, they were missing it.
The Contemporary words were read with eloquence and excitement,
Yet somehow, they were missing it.
Pictures and video choregraphed on screen, gave visual life to all that was seen. There was applause and the resounds of strings, cymbals and drums.
Yet somehow, they were still missing it.

Something magnificent was to be experienced in both places.
It was not about the Presentation or the Presentor.
It wasn't about language or litergies.
It wasn't about impressive harmonies or interpretive hymnodies.
But somehow they missed it.