St Nicholas's Chapel.

Unwrap me

and strip away my modern stone facade.

Step back

and behold my outsize roof - a pennant of brick.

Walk through my tunnel of light

and you will see nothing of me.

I am not what I seem.

Not Tudor Gothic music hall

nor Theatre Royal.

That corn market phase 

blew away like chaff.

The Common Hall alteration turned out to be a temporary adventure.

I didn't want it.

No, what I was, what I am and what I always will be is this:  

a place of song

and prayer for Simon de Albo.

A whiff of incense in my walls.