Poems with pictures

 
Credo That final chorus Of the first part Of St. Matthew's Passion On an old Richter recording Gets the choir fugue-ing Bemoaning my sins. Until uninvited, And out of nowhere, Boy trebles slice through it all, up there, Rawly, coarsely With a note that’s held Forever. "And that moment.." (Winningly) I contend " .. is your proof, indubitably, Of the existence of a God". It always gets a smile. But still, I'm not a believer In the need for a presence At live orchestral events. Until, that is, Witnessing up close (As a plodding bass Established a pulse) The Promm-ing Halle strings Waiting, impassive, empty, To embark, nobilmente, on the Big Tune Of Elgar's First. At the last recordable moment Collectively, bows raised, With one glimpse of infinity, They attacked that natural C, out of time. It flooded back, into themselves, And back again, beyond. More than they should have been, Sounds made flesh Forever, And foreverfile://localhost/Users/iainmitchell/Desktop/CreatedWebsitesbyIM/Iain'sOwnWebsite/Elgar%20full.iMovieProject/