Chanting in the Wood

Quiet stand the trees,no breeze today  
filtered sun-light through grey clouds  
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 stream  
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,  
practicing through the day with  
friends from 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 I call  
those songs so random laid,  
careless and carefree.