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The Raving Orchestra
Whether in music or frantic noise
We see the hand of inanimate poise.
The dancers poured out their hearts in prayers,
Each stumping the earth and shifting its layers.
The birds, in fear, called to one another,
In obscure melodies out of order.
The heavens heard and agreed to a choice,
To pour in rain that would speak with one voice.
Then thunder struck like drums from the players,
Void of rhythm and of calm icebreakers.
Wild, bestial, the face of calm disorder,
Was the hymn that played from the recorder.
Leonell
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