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I. Surely This music Lies at the very root of sound. The first and purest ancient melody Dwells here As dwells the symmetry of forest heart In curving oak.


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Tentative As rain and strong as time Each note in fragile singularity Drops Into a pool of silence - But not lost. Diffuse in singing chambers of the air The waiting chord sustains Within itself Its own awakening.