When we lived in Campbeltown there was a very active music society and its monthly concerts filled one of the local church halls. In the minutes before a concert began you could feel the audience quieten and prepare to give itself over to the music.
I remember one concert in particular. A young pianist from Kiev sat at the piano and bowed her head. There wasn’t a sound in the hall. Very slowly she rested her fingers on the keys. The silence deepened as she raised her head and hands and began to play. The atmosphere was profound.
I sometimes sense profundity in the few minutes before our church services begin as we prepare to give ourselves over to the worship of Almighty God.
dance on ivory.
Earth’s rock heart
melts and swells, ripe plum-like
bursts and spills itself,
heaving to the very edge of pain
Staccatos rocket high
to spring and tumble.
Melodies trickling into cracks
beat a pulse,
and I can breathe again.