Perfect Pitch

The voices of the earth beneath,
The cookies that crunches my teeth,
When the pitch of the earth is low,
Below dew drops and a misty
Sign language that’s a bit twisty.

Perfect pitch is a silent earth,
That screams a glorious rebirth,
To bring down an astounding joy,
Just as peace descends as a dove,
The perfect pitch of earth is love.

Lardo