On Hearing of an Artist at the Celtic Festival of Acadia

The artist cut one Maple Tree

And made of it nine instruments


He will bring them once

Together again

For a single night to play.


And who would not wait with sacred longing

For the playing of the nine

From the broken tree?


Who would not hope from such a moment

A taste of the soul’s wild ecstasy?


The Maple Tree sings in many voices

A song cut from a single heart


And peace

And balance

And practicality

All are surpassed in this final

Art.


Sweetness of utter intoxication.

Given

And open, surrendered and free.


The Maple divided is now resurrected.


The song of the nine

Is the Song of the Three.





Sarah de Nordwall September 6th 2012