The sun organ
Golden suns crown
the organ, with delight
and colour floats with sound
filling the nave with music and with light.
But, of a sudden, swell the registers
up to the top of the manual
and sparkle over the chandelier
to the glorious final chorale.
I feel, then, - as I spring to my feet -
how deep within me breaks the ice,
and my rapture ´s made complete
by the colour and sounds and light.
(Nachdichtung: Derek Donaldson)