"The Organist in the Corner"

His Fugue of Energy now ascends the scale,

Counterpoint on counterpoint defines the ends of rule.

The organist oblivious to haste builds firm,

a cloud of sources, enough to stand the gale!

And rage on rage each army is the fool,

Charging forth to slay the music's rule

Each hoping that his King has not lost sway,

Each losing to the music and its chord,

The coldest stone in hell a searing coal.

Each house a perfect mote along the way,

Each puff of wind a raised and bloody sword,

Each home's black roof a cairn upon the King,

The liberty and light of God now sing:

"Man is free!!! "

"Man is free!!! "