Tonight's Poet Corner: The Choir Of Angels
The Choir Of Angels by Belinda Roddie They just let David Bowie in here, and the air is a little sweeter from the music. It mingles with Mozart and Beethoven, Fitzgerald and Sinatra, Lennon and Cobain. We listen to their warbling, their crooning, their harmonies and dissonances, all while eating bread and drinking wine, the crust dry and crisp, the aftertaste lingering like a long lost friend. We see you clustered around your screens and mirrors, seeking something beyond the glare of white and the judgment of the glass. What awaits you is a simplicity that you may find difficult to digest. We, too, needed time to shed the heavy garments of human priorities. It was the view from Heaven that soothed our sore bones, before they disintegrated into clouds, and the symphony - crafted from ebony keys, fraying bows, hearts afraid of mortality - played on.