Psalm 130
From out of depths of sorrow came the sounds
Of Parry’s anthem (first of all) “In my
Distress.” The music came from deep chest wounds
Und Bach and Luther. Anguish reaches sky
And heaven only when the music climbs
From sources such as these. What troubles us
Is how the boy had suffered. Music chimes
Out from his mind, his heart, and hand to truss
The soul, a soul split far inside. The psalm
“Aus tiefer Not” comes out of him as lines
Shaped more like blood from crucifixion’s palm
And sword wounds up in gold and scarlet shrines.
Affliction makes him cry out note, and chord,
And melody for sister he adored.