You found something sacred
Underneath Belfast ground
Ancient slabs of mahogany wood
Used to fit Titanic out
I was searching for a forest fire
Saw your work under northern light
Spoke about black bog oak
How the ancients resonate
The redwood grain tight and dark
Geometries etched upon your walls
Steel stretched tight against the bone
Reveal their sound from under-cloak
Chamber calls to listen in
Open hand on open string
I’ll be an instrument of love
Sail a sea of word and song
From Canberra to Capel Street
Coach house stairs for future feet
All wrapped up neat in symmetry
21/07/2023 Friday 726
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