Friday, March 07, 2014
and strip away my modern stone facade.
and behold my outsize roof - a pennant of brick.
Walk through my tunnel of light
and you will see nothing of me.
I am not what I seem.
Not Tudor Gothic music hall
nor Theatre Royal.
That corn market phase
blew away like chaff.
The Common Hall alteration turned out to be a temporary adventure.
I didn't want it.
No, what I was, what I am and what I always will be is this:
a place of song
and prayer for Simon de Albo.
A whiff of incense in my walls.