Evensong

Evensong

I listen to spirits of night,
To rhythms I feel from the Earth;
And a newborn ballad takes flight,
When the music heralds its birth.

The chanting of night birds, though soft,
Brings sleep in its gossamer wake.
The chorale of clouds far aloft,
Sing choruses for slumber's sake.

I drift on the clouds of a dream,
As music so airy and light,
Carries my soul upon a stream
Of soft evensong through the night.

Mick McKellar
June 2016

There is music everywhere.

Mick