A ritual as prompt as the morning prayers
Said to procure the billows of the day;
Set sail the punctual course of providence
Upon the ruthless tempers of the waves.
Oh, muse, be the calming spirit of song -
Let the last compline be now composed,
Since through the churned sea of restlessness
New life is infused into your scripts.
Now harmless in form - adventurous sound,
Music that flows naturally on the earth,
Vaporous as rain that woos the healing balm,
Construct the temple of our youthfulness;
So at day’s end, labor of mind repairs
The swift methods of spontaneity.
from PALESTRINA - Gifts of the Spirit
(c) Copyright 2006 Simon Tang