Choir Rehearsal, St Alban's Abbey, October '14

They blur and melt.
All into one organism.
Their faces moving
in the particularity of 
their relationship to the music.
All melting into
the pours of the singing

skin of this organism.

Bass, tenor, alto, soprano:

different stretching, twitching limbs

in the aural dance of beautiful echoes

from walls built to magnify

every element of experience.

Even the soloists blur and melt

becoming one, through the strings and brass,

with the wider choir behind.

Even the conductor blurs and melts,

still protruding as the third dimension,

but not haughtily aloof,

in the midst and in between,

visible but not above,

en guard at the vanguard,

he is at the fore

fencing distractions,

and always pointing

to the essence

of the music.

1 Corinthians 12:12-27