Welcome back to the home of the oxymoron. Evil genius. He asked the newspaper to print his obituary early so he'd enjoy it. That's like hiding at your own funeral. Yeah, it's a big, great gig. I'm Russell Kane. Join me to weigh in on whether the biggest players in history are more evil or genius. Becoming that rich, I'd say that at some level of genius. It also helps that it's a long time ago, right?

It's like the podcast version of telling your kids the ice cream van plays music when it's out of ice cream.

Listen to Evil Genius on BBC Sounds.

If you have breath, prepare to bait it. If you've got iscipation, make sure it's entered.

This moment is like the moment before the driving instructor turns to you and nods his head.

The moment before you step out onto the moon and realise the ground is firm.

And the moment before your turnip his praise to high heaven at the vegetable show,

yes, this is the time when we announced the winners of the annual proms poetry competition.

Amongst the many moments you get in the day, this is the best, in my humble opinion, momentous in fact.

Joining me here on stage and my fellow judges, the poet Dalgit Nagra,

and Judith Palmer from the Poetious Society, are associates on the competition this year.

The actor Adjua Ando will be reading the winning entries and our winners. Please welcome them all.

So let me remind you of the rules.

There were two categories, 12 to 18 and 18 to extreme but still perky old age.

And to enter, you had to write a poem inspired by a piece of music performed at this year's prom's concerts.

Inspired by could be interpreted as widely as you like.

The poem could be about the experience of the performance of the work.

It could perhaps remind the writer of where they were the first time they heard it,

or the poem could be an attempt to describe our comment on the piece of music in heightened language.

Let's start by hearing one of the runners-up in the over-18 category,

Terry Quinn's The 12th Law of Physics, inspired by Elgar Second Symphony.

So, Adjua, could you read the poem for us, please?

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