Orchestral movements

There they come with their flutes and violins
As they walk in
Like a hot knife through butter
They cut her
They fill the Cathedral atmosphere
With tones uplifting in the air

And smartly dressed in suit and tie
In black lapels, collars that would fly
If they were not buttoned down
In formal attire
The occasion calling for its desire

Calling for Hosanna to come down from above
Calling to praise the public square doves
Calling the broken, the lame and the sick
Calling them all within the walls thick

Unbroken symphonies of sound
The memories of lives once lost
Now found

In the ruins of the church
Long after the Turkish Wars
When Christianity knelt low
Yet stronger seeds would somehow sow

Then calling you back from imagined histories
To the present day mysteries
Of the hot knife cutting
The voice from a milk bottle chested singer
Singing in a cage - the church
Within a cage - her ribs
Within a cage - her heart
Like a bird on a perch

To what heights can the human heart soar?
On the days remembering the war?