VANESSA'S MUSIC - 4 OCTOBER 2014
She sings of seas, shells, meadows, snows;
ethereal notes aloft in
this chancel’s vastness, reaching dim,
dusty corners, where vacated
webs reverberate to rhythms,
waft in her listeners’ warmth.
She sings of clouds, tides, dawning, rain -
nature in its complexity -
as we sit safely sheltered from
autumn gusts, life's constant clamour;
hearing her lyrics, harmonies,
drift over her rapt audience.
She sings of love, loss, longing, pain:
personal tales of life’s sadness
or sheer joy; emotions we share,
sitting here this October night
recalling precious memories,
mindful of our mortality.
She sings; her voice as one would hope
an angel might sound if it should
deign to descend within these walls.
We depart in her music's glow,
richer for hearing such talent
revealed through her poetic lines.
©Linda Dobbs.
She sings of seas, shells, meadows, snows;
ethereal notes aloft in
this chancel’s vastness, reaching dim,
dusty corners, where vacated
webs reverberate to rhythms,
waft in her listeners’ warmth.
She sings of clouds, tides, dawning, rain -
nature in its complexity -
as we sit safely sheltered from
autumn gusts, life's constant clamour;
hearing her lyrics, harmonies,
drift over her rapt audience.
She sings of love, loss, longing, pain:
personal tales of life’s sadness
or sheer joy; emotions we share,
sitting here this October night
recalling precious memories,
mindful of our mortality.
She sings; her voice as one would hope
an angel might sound if it should
deign to descend within these walls.
We depart in her music's glow,
richer for hearing such talent
revealed through her poetic lines.
©Linda Dobbs.