piano and percussion (cajon)

Cincinnati Youth Choir, Robyn Lana, conductor

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