Thick stone walls guard me from daylight –
I forget that it exists in this place of worship.
Pensively, solemn stillness reigns here.
Long oak benches, curved and weighty,
tastefully adorned with tarnished bronze,
stretch on endlessly.
I hold my breath in anticipation -
The pregnant silence is about to transform.
Lonely, low longing note fills the cathedral,
followed by another, until all vibrates
with the sonorous chords of the organ.
A pause. The echo is lovingly holding on to the last note,
until a violoncello picks up the thread.
Gentle and caressing, it enchants with its solo.
The sound comes from above, filling my body
and the vastness of the dome.
Now the duet is weaving a single melody,
leading it to a triumphant high, then abandoning it
to a mournful and harmonious note.
I am lost in the music, tears streaming down my face.
The prelude resonates in every cell, and every nerve
responds to its slightest variation.
I am reluctant to take a breath, afraid to disturb
the magic net that now envelops all,
wishing to remain in the lush labyrinth of sound.
No comments:
Post a Comment