Saturday 19th May 2007 - Anniversary Concert
TO THE MUSIC MAN
Awake morning's infinity
sustained on swell of melody;
which from your slumber exults, wakes
while humbled man mouths, music makes.
Awakening to a new dawn,
cast off the yesterday of scorn,
lifted to heaven on a spell
in dreaming, singing, ever dwell
the movers, shakers of the earth
who ardent-eyed, it seems, give birth
to harmony from gasped discord,
sweep sweetly on to true notes. Laud
the mastery of symphony;
awake morning's infinity.
AFTER ELGAR
Clipped footsteps on cold flagstones fade;
a clicked switch slips to darkened shade;
crashed wood on wood, bolt iron clanged grates
to rest. Breath paused, melody waits
while pale moonbeams pierce soft hued pane,
etching choir stalls with pearled restrain.
From silence, softened echoes still
hum elegies, while spirits thrill,
and man's discordant mumbled voice
is paused, humbled, muffled by choice.
The music lives on: a cascade
of ecstasy; dreamed accolade
warms chilled stones in spilled harmony
where, rhymed by soon dawn's symphony,
cast iron grates again, sun's light,
conjoins with music of the night,
fast flows down nave, aisle, throws wide doors
and freed at last, the cascade pours
into day's bright affinity,
swept onwards to infinity.
© Patsy Eade (May, 2007)
