Fugue

Far away in brown church rows,
far he goes, away playing
brown notes in the church's organ sound.
Far, yet played around, jay ess,
away in dreams of sound.
Long brown chords,
layer on layer,
in rows,
in the church alone.
Far to heaven's height he goes,
sound flows away,
playing to the brown walls
of the church and organ,
in long flows to heaven's height.
Brown chords in rows,
layer on glowing layer.
A church of sound.
A cathedral that resounds
in ringing rows and tones of light,
rich browns and yellows,
to heaven's height.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.