…waves,
crashing on
the night darkened shore,
rendered visible
by moonlight,
deep calling
to deep,
these black,
and thundering
mysteries,
demand an awe filled
silence…
and then the music,
lifting my soul
drawing me beyond
my earthly limitations,
as voice
and string
in melody and counterpoint
demanded an awe filled
silence
(not applause)…
…and I am alive again
With thanks to the sea shore at Scarborough, and to the Sterndale Singers and Baroque Ensemble (my daughter played with them this evening).
