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


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