so softly flowers grow through the blood bray of the cello
thick slate clouds wound darkest jet night skies
violin raindrops patter at rough leather faces
rusted horns rip questions through shell shocked silence
the angelic chorus spit out ragged sutures
seraphim explode in ears blocked with mud
Hosanna in excelsis
the armed man goes to war
Hosanna in excelsis
metals fizz and limbs pop
as poppies rise from battered bone
organs tear as bullets stop
the armed man is armed no more.
Very inspired Stu, and having heard the piece now, am impressed by the interweaving of violence and peace, a real coup. Lovely writing full of tension and release. In honour of this just for you I have now done a poem as follows: In slumber I lay confined
with the only true peace of mind
the fire ahead
music strong and floating
to quench the flames
of soulfire.
Ray
not what the piece is about but this what i have in my mind each time i listen to it., such a wonderful piece of music, if you dont know it, listen to it here;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kTffgdNhNw
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Stu Buck
Thu 21st Jul 2016 19:32
Thanks ray. I wrote this as the song was playing in real time so i hope I got some of the flow. Quench the flames of soul fire is excellent!