As an exercise for my poetry group we are each going to write a poem that is loosely based on a particular saint. I have looked up saints and there are thousands. I did think of writing it about St Fiacre who is the patron saint of piles (!!) but would like to tackle one with a bit more charm/seriousness. For instance, St Kevin stood with his hand out and a bird made its nest in his hand - he stood there until the fledlings had hatched. One of our number has already used this idea.
During my strict Catholic upbringing I was always particularly fascinated by two saints. St Don Bosco, an Italian priest who dedicated his life to helping and education street children in the 1800s and St Therese of Lisieux who entered the Carmelite order of nuns, also in the 1800s. I don't know why these two in particular, as there were many saints held up as examples to us in those days.
Who fed and watered Kevin while he did this? How did he go to the toilet? Wouldn't he have had to keep his hand still until the hatchlings fledged? Not the most believable of saints' stories, but at least it isn't gruesome.
If you want a serious suggestion I'd go either for St Hilda of Whitby who in 649 became Abbess of Whitby, a double house of monks and nuns over which she ruled wisely for 22 years. Or, given your interest in music, Hildegarde of Bingen, she is a Doctor of the Church, a very learned and wise woman, a philosopher, mystic and distinguished composer. She also wrote botanical works and medicinal texts and supervised exquisite miniature illuminations. Right up your street, I would say.
Some years since I was there, j08, but I think it's not far from Abbotsbury, where the swannery is. It really is worth a visit, being in such a lovely spot on a hillside. It is definitely south Dorset. I am useless at posting links on here, but if you type 'St.Catherine's Chapel in Dorset' into Google, I imagine it will give you all the information you need. Good luck, I hope you make it.