Art of the Heart

Hearing is the art of the heart,
temperance, a shadow in the forest.
A stirring.
Light through the leaves, the furtive kiss to shade,
gathers up the silences,
wraps, arranges tendril tone in time:
all things uttered without a throat.
Here the fish have wings, angels of the weed.
Flutters edge the riverbank, a whispering
caught like dew drenched dawn webs in the hedgerow,
this marshy site of sound,
heart of the ark of a covenant, suctioned, muddied in forevers,

out and out, reverberate
out and out, carry
gentle infinites, refract the cobwebbed strain.
Here hear this then how
wood flesh water earth noise reaches for a name.

Art of the Heart was published by the Royal Philharmonic Society in 2013: http://royalphilharmonicsociety.org.uk/images/uploads/Wing_Did_I_Hear_That.pdf