//early hints of heaven
Early Hints of Heaven
The recorder music we play is so heavenly -
Ancient church music like Pachelbel’s “Canon in D.”
Wearing bleached surplices over black cassocks we glance
Between our music and the choir leader’s hands which dance
The time. My hands start to shake when I begin to play
But calm down as I am suddenly carried away
And am caught up in the melodic musical wave
As our recorders’ birdsongs swell, sweet pipes, through the nave.
And the music seems to have been already there
As if waiting for us to pluck it from the air.