Poetry list
ex machina
the music physically
flowed out of
the ebony black instrument
yet the beauty ravishing
and touching my soul came
from elsewhere with
no location an eternity
from whence and to
which we undecidedly
belong albeit aliens
by sense and reason
beguiled by self and
substance here assembled
our ears open our minds
and hearts receive spirit
making everything out
of our something and
infinity out of nothing
music is set in maths
and physics but they
are not its home
there is another
world in this one
open in its access
and welcome utterly
different and
absolutely holy
beckoning fulfilling
carrying inspiring
that all may know
we know nothing save
the promise and
presence of the giver
the music plays on
and can and never
will stop stop and
listen listen and let
go
ex machina
© Neil Thompson 2023