Marie Leone
Proudly stands the church organ,
its glorious sound echoing through the rafters.
The Organist plies his talents bringing the music
to life with each gentle touch.
There is a majesty in the way the Organist
scales to the heights of heaven and
plunges to the depths of despair.
The music takes on a life of its own,
that reverberates in the heart and soul
of the listener.
Deftly touching each pedal, each key, the player
strokes every note and brings to life the
exciting energy of a composer’s score.
Mozart, Bach, Handel … all reborn and in the hands of a Master.
Who can say why the organ sound is so loved?
It stirs emotion … its powerful energy creates excitement.
Long after the final note is played, it echoes through
the church touching each person’s soul.
It is the Organist who wakes the giant and brings it to life.
Marie Leone is Office Administrator at The Church of the Ascension Hamilton.
Marie wrote, “Here is a poem I wrote about organists inspired by listening to our own John Laing rehearsing in the church during weekdays while I was working in the parish office.”
The Organist wakes the giant
Marie Leone
Proudly stands the church organ,
its glorious sound echoing through the rafters.
The Organist plies his talents bringing the music
to life with each gentle touch.
There is a majesty in the way the Organist
scales to the heights of heaven and
plunges to the depths of despair.
The music takes on a life of its own,
that reverberates in the heart and soul
of the listener.
Deftly touching each pedal, each key, the player
strokes every note and brings to life the
exciting energy of a composer’s score.
Mozart, Bach, Handel … all reborn and in the hands of a Master.
Who can say why the organ sound is so loved?
It stirs emotion … its powerful energy creates excitement.
Long after the final note is played, it echoes through
the church touching each person’s soul.
It is the Organist who wakes the giant and brings it to life.
Marie Leone is Office Administrator at The Church of the Ascension Hamilton.
Marie wrote, “Here is a poem I wrote about organists inspired by listening to our own John Laing rehearsing in the church during weekdays while I was working in the parish office.”
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