The nave was hung with a curtain of music.

Heavy organ chords and blasts of sounds

that echoed, chasing each other for space,

overlapping and swallowing one another.

Then the crystal trumpet notes soared

to hang like snow flakes weightless in the air.

The sound of frosted ice bells chiming.

Together a great tapestry stirred by wind.

Emotion and skill blended to cloak us

with thoughts, born so long ago,

by those who gave us this music.

 
 

David Garlick, Victoria, December, 1995