Wednesday, 9 December 2015

When the Music Starts

                      WHEN THE MUSIC STARTS
Captain's Log,
Stardate: Tuesday 22 nd December 1970
Sheffield City Hall
8.30 pm -Band begins extended interstellar adventure
9.00 pm -Band returns to earth to retune instruments.

(Note to research facility-investigate why over 2000 people didn't notice the music going out of tune.)

A note rasps and tingles
A score of overtones slowly arise, climb and spread
Another note curls,turns and quivers
Over drones humming the deep foundations 
Of a temple of sound
Created from the master's sitar
In those few moments a door was opened
To a strange world

Sound stopped
Door closed
The master smiled ,
"Thank you, but that was just the tuning, now I will begin"
We're a long way from home
And a long time ago 
We stopped listening ,then stopped hearing .
It was a long , long time ago that the stars sang , 
A long time ago that a garden groaned .
We can't hear it any more
We're a long way from home
Mystics ,the world over,
Seeking the one thing know one thing,
After all God has taken them through 
On the pitted road to perfect love
The many years seem like a few moments,
And when everything is in place at last
They know it is time to begin
Worshipping at the altar
Where the black disc spins;
A wheel turning through the door of the world ,
Spinning dreams that tell me,
"Go up go back go down go
No need to stay here",
So I dreamed myself away 
From here and all its grey
Spinning spinning to another time
Under another blue sky 
The songs go on
While the sky stares down unreachable

The songs go on
As the broken door creaks

The songs go on
Trying to find a home

The songs go on 
Until the beginning

The songs go on
Until the dreamers awake
And the music starts
In this silence
Sky and Earth meet
The last door has opened
In this silence
The dreamers awake to find
Something greater than all their dreams
Out of this silence
The music starts

Every movement
Every shape
Every colour 

Every surface
Every depth

Every muscle
                                          Wilf Dec 2015

The nearness of You

                     THE NEARNESS OF YOU

You came so close
I could smell your last meal,
Wine and bread and wine
Body and blood carried on your breath.

You held me so close
I became strong,
You held me so tight
And I broke,

So, in Your arms safe at last.
A safety I do not yet understand,
This poor broken man-a sparrow
Fallen to earth
Felled by the wounded hand 
That now holds me.

                                                     Wilf Dec 2015