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Flashlight Music
'Tis dark and silent ere the songs begin;
'Tis dark, 'tis night, so dark no shadows fall,
But in the silence preparations end
And music stirs to life and starts to call.
The concert opens with a single note,
A gleam of light, a circle on the ground,
But then arises shining out to coat
The world with light and life, to make a sound.
A wondrous sound it is that this light makes!
It sets to ringing every frozen limb
With echoes of the solid light they break
And traceries of white around their rims.
The symphonies of light I love to see
I see in ice and light upon a tree.
Inspired by Flashlight Music essay in ZhurnalWiki.
'Tis dark, 'tis night, so dark no shadows fall,
But in the silence preparations end
And music stirs to life and starts to call.
The concert opens with a single note,
A gleam of light, a circle on the ground,
But then arises shining out to coat
The world with light and life, to make a sound.
A wondrous sound it is that this light makes!
It sets to ringing every frozen limb
With echoes of the solid light they break
And traceries of white around their rims.
The symphonies of light I love to see
I see in ice and light upon a tree.
Inspired by Flashlight Music essay in ZhurnalWiki.