Chanting in the wood

 
Quiet stand the trees
no breeze today
filtered sun-light
through grey clouds
motionless above.
plain-song chanting,
Sunday worship from the birds
unified and unison.
No harmonies disturb the melody
one song to rival
all your symphonies,
gentle petals on the mill-race
random laid,careless and carefree.
Josquin,I know him well,
never wrote like this
Schumann too,
I'm sure you will agree,
and all self-taught,
practice through the day
with friends branch to branch,
joining in when space is found.
I have no pen with me
and if I had I could no more
recite those runes on paper
but 'til memory fails
shall take away,each day
those songs so random laid,
careless and carefree.