Sits calmly, unstirred.
But wait, it sings!
How its voice rings!
In the stillness of the trees,
One lonely voice rings so free!
But then another, and another:
a friend, a stranger, then a brother.
The singing fills the whole wood,
Showing what is true and good.
The music is hope,
Free of binding rope.
On the stage, music fills
All the minds, hearts, and wills.
The hearts of those playing and list'ning
Are all alight, and in the music glist'ning.
-Phil
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