22/5/06
In the cathedral space of the Maltings - torrents of rain sound on the high roof; a constant, lullaby hush, an aural backdrop and compliment to the music here within -
now it floods the marshes, the reed beds and river stretch become spectres in the downfall; reach out and they'll be gone -
the chorus move across the stage as one, 28 people singing together in this cavernous place, warm red brick, ochre beams - the scars of it's past reflected in paler marks or odd lineaments of filled space where the bricks change pattern and position -
echoes of laughter, the steps of pilgrims; the dry smell of malt still in the being of place, in the wooden slats, the proofing, the vents -
In the cathedral space of the Maltings - torrents of rain sound on the high roof; a constant, lullaby hush, an aural backdrop and compliment to the music here within -
now it floods the marshes, the reed beds and river stretch become spectres in the downfall; reach out and they'll be gone -
the chorus move across the stage as one, 28 people singing together in this cavernous place, warm red brick, ochre beams - the scars of it's past reflected in paler marks or odd lineaments of filled space where the bricks change pattern and position -
echoes of laughter, the steps of pilgrims; the dry smell of malt still in the being of place, in the wooden slats, the proofing, the vents -
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