SSA

piano and percussion (cajon)

All night the crickets chirp,

Like little stars of twinkling sound in the dark silence.

They sparkle through the summer stillness with a crisp rhythm; They lift the shadows on their tiny voices.

But at the shining note of birds that wake, flashing from tree to tree till all the woods are lit –

O golden coloratura of dawn!

The cricket-stars fade softly, one by one.

by Leonora Speyer

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