Discovering you have a voice descended From angels may very well send you Over the moon but knowing when To keep silent once you’ve arrived There is heaven, too.
Here, Under a now brilliant Clear cold blue Winter sky that just Two hours ago Dumped a foot Of blinding snow in And around its hollow Shell, I find myself Wondering how
It is this magnificent Still standing tall Two-storey centenarian Stone derelict no longer With a roof to its name Still shamelessly refuses To lie there in shambles And take its monumental History down With it.