There are birds singing in my head,
but no, they are in the trees,
it is after 2 in the morning
so they are definitely in my head,
spinning as bits of music played
with passion and attention to detail,
and floats through my meandering mind
onto the slow reduction of nature
to discs of pleasure
ends of species
and hatred between peoples.
I put on a new CD that plays
on the peace and oneness
of all mankind,
and know that the birds are singing
peacefully in the trees.
I bought a CD of the piano music of Olivier Messiaen; featuring the Catalogue D’oiseaux (1956-58) books 1-3 played by Peter Hill. A wonderful recording of part of this seminal work, in which Messiaen, works the calls of various birds into a tapestry of music depicting the surroundings of the particular bird.