Recouping in Bourke Street mall –
     Sue strides off to nab another bargain –
pleasant sojourn
     for two young men with fluent fingers
thrum
     cheek-flushing Flamenco Art.
Crouched over instruments
     as if the weight of wings
pressed chests to voluptuousness –
     that archetypal curve –
they hold firm and rock, faces intent.
     Perception has become
something spun, encasing senses. Nothing
     exists beyond the bliss of music,
the purest channelling.
     They tap lightly with toe
while strings that hum and hymn and anthem
     sinew through very soul,
unwind, unscroll, nudge hard to augment growth
     unfold
into
     blithe air's scaffold –          why
do
some
grow
more
beautiful with knowing;
while others when remembered
seem suffused with radiant light?
Oh,
how
the
purity of passion two celestials' rendering wrings and pulses snowdome heart.

*Nephilim were offspring of the "sons of God" and the "daughters of men" before the Deluge according to Genesis 6:4