The Dale

 
There is melody in the air
hear its every note, silence
themes.that burst the ear  
yet do not echo in the dale  
from where and whence.  
deep in the wood  entombed  
chanting aspen leaves tune  
evening's breeze,vibrate  
shake and not complain  with  
noise, aeolian temptation, modes  
rejected all, all and everything  
Rare, gold silence when  
cobwebs lie in  corners  
unnoticed, unsung, ignored,  
silence their defense.