stops

on hearing his seventh
to Ludwig Von Beethoven

deaf to all but
the twining melody
of your thought
how the gods stride
through your symphonies
out of and into
the silence
of the
rest

panmure
16 june, 2014

on hearing a Bach fugue for organ

Bach
is pumping
out the air
in immaculate
amounts
dark voices
from metal
throats
steps of
sorrowing almost
sheer joy
in climbing up
to god
each step
you might
think getting
shorter of
breath
in the
spiralling
heights
yet as
ever it’s
exactly
enough.

april 2, 2013
tamaki drive

chord

where you come
to the top of the
rise the organ
struck its
heaviest chord
ringing us back
to a gilded age
of churches raised
into the clear
refracted light
of fugue a Bach
a Cesar Franck
peddling on it
pounding at it
on pipes tall
as the crucifixion
just at the top
of the rise the
chord fell and the
sea opened out in
sunken miles of
blue and silvered
drifts of
utter calm
that is how it
fell together
the chord the
view of the
islands the
ribs of norkfolk
pine on soft
lapping hills
you can pick
apart even this far
away just on the
strength of
that music
that chord
on a cheap
car stereo.

bleakhouse rd, nelson st, howick
31 march 2014

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