Christian Otto’s organ tribute to Liszt 200 years after birth   from a throne high on the eastern wall organ pipes, aligned like cigars in a presentation box, point The Way   their gashed gold mouths are dry ’til bellows once pumped by sweat-soaked hands blow sonorous breaths that tremble in our ears   music gushes from the source to the nave and we are awash with sound pooling in eddies at our feet rising to knees and necks, lapping at our ears   daylight drains stained glass turns black the flow slows in the shadows, recedes   each…