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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 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
if I had 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.
Written by Kexby
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