I saw you from a distance, while I was downgauging
Yet another attempt at Majesty, at Membership.

Your aching crescendo of the afternoon was redeeming and
Memorable, raging at the periphery of my mood, lifting.

Your far-flung treble worlds collect and revolve like a halo
This is not calculable, it grows so quickly, in fifths, in sevenths, in ninths.

The eight-foot flue pipes thunder and growl as bedrock shifts
To make a space for your resplendent triads, joining in the air.

I dream that you sometimes see me, and raise a chord towards me
The side of my body facing you is vibrated and warmed, pulse quickens.

You stop my anguish, my perturbations, with a burst of harmony
Creation is in no place common and it is as powerful as the moving tide.