Ghost Music

Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.
From rafters looming shadowy,
From the pipes’ tuneful company,
Drifted together drowsily,
Innumerable, formless, dim,
The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
In melancholy drowsy-sweet
They huddled there in harmony.
Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.

Credit

Copyright © 2016 by Wayne Miller. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on October 15, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Ghost Music” was published in Over the Brazier (The Poetry Bookshop, 1917).