For this morning's choral drama
The sun brought the grass to attention
It had rained so it all sparkled
Only the tuba was missing
So afterwards we could go
From song to song in our heads
Like a monkey through trees
Each carrying a little rhythm
Of joy stitched into our skins
For when the music stops
And the singing is heard
Only from a great distance
In the sound of your breath
Still there next to me
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