A Capella: On Hearing the Tallis Scholars

1 February 2014

Wild bird
in your cage of rib
and lung,
I hear you break
into open space
daring
the high and unmarked air
surrounding stone,
startling the dusty film that settles
across the rafters –

untrammelled soprano reaching above
a mesh of voice,
where human bodies
attuned
play their notes of breath
pouring
(we were thirsty,
dying
for want of this)

streams of falling light
swoop and
we ride the textured wave,
braving rapids of prayer –
so many hearts’ ancient longings –
trusting to this crafted
ship of sound,
its promise of quiet water.

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