A GLORIOUS CONCERT
Inspired by Gesualdo Six
Last night Caitlin and I attended a concert given by the group Gesualdo Six. It was the third time we had enjoyed this marvellous event - in which the singers, costumed for the 16th century, enacted a secret Catholic mass, threatened by soldiers and likely to suffer the harshest penalties. You can see here the singers grouped around a table at St John;’s Church Smith Square in London. Caitlín is sitting g at the table - you can just see her hands, and I am hidden to the left, where I began writing a poem. Following some work today polishing the words, here is the poem. My gift to the Gesualdo ^ and to the memory of William Byrd (1540-1623). A CD of this, and other splendid music performed by the Six, can be purchased from them or the usual suppliers.
ON ATTENDING ‘SECRET BYRD’: A CONCERT BY GESUSALDO 6 AT ST JOHN’S SMITH SQUARE ON THE 8th OF MAY 2026 I cannot say the moment when time stopped; perhaps in the second when the voices rose, mingling with candle-smoke and breaths drawn in in wonderment. The priest’s cupped hands held all the sacred souls their silence wrapped in air; While to the simple table, enhanced with light, with bread and wine, the singers clustered. Those who watched, enwrapped in the spaces between the bread and wine, made perfect by the triumphal song. And at the centre, where hearts beat, unfettered and free, the moment of grace, threaded every heart with burning flame. The secret landscape, sung, was given wings by light and love. Awed, we turned inward and broke the silence there. The tumult of spirits, alone no more, were given wings to rise above the earth and dance the heavens through. The triumph of music over time sends us to the heart of all that time contains. Emptied out, we joined with all the spirits gathered near. bowed our heads in wonder at the shifting power of ancient notes, and shared in the glorious feast of God and Man together, woven by joy to a perfect whole. Copyright John Matthews 8th- 9th May, 2026



I was sitting at the table as the guest, while the counter tenor and tenor sat either side of me. iT was truly sublime.
Oh that sounds absolutely divine in every sense. What a sublime experience, captured exquisitely in your poem.