28 MAY 1988, Page 31

I Sang Myself As If It Were My Role

I sang myself as if it were my role When, subject to my will, my hands obeyed: My mind became my music, and my soul Was a moth allured from darkness when I played.

But music is a symphony of mind - Though the man is willing, what use is will?

Blundering in the radiant, I am blind And all my music merely lack of skill. Gabriel Fitzmaurice