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