Music . . . It’s so much like the birth of Jesus. The Word became flesh, the eternal was thrust upon the temporal and submitted itself to the forward march of history. Music is only music when it’s moving forward, changing, when the melody whooshes from season to season. The idea of the song was formed, but it was only a real song when it was bound to meter and rhythm and melody—in its submission it expressed the greater truth of its nature. It changed from being a dream to being a story. It is something that is actually happening. The Word became flesh.