Pari intervallo

The sound of the fog horns

Haunts the thickening mist

Raising from the twilight sea

Echoing in the spiralling volutes

Breathing and exhaling without break

Made and unmade at each instant

Each one has a distinctive voice

Personal and familiar

Calling to each other

To keep in distance,

Not to disperse

The fishing fleet gradually

Gathers into the transient cone of light

Leading them to the safety of the harbour

Carried by the tide in 

The harmonious song of the foghorns

Lets the landlubbers know

Of their safe return

Pari intervallo

Arvo Part (1935-)

Dolce l'ombre concert

Christ Church, Brunswick