Begin. Horns from the hills, pipes from the mountains,
harps from the sea, flutes from the forests,
drums from the clouds, then mount with choirs
from the pebbles on the shores,
violins from the spray of waves of the ocean
till land, water and the celestial are in tune.
False fade to underground baritones.
Beyond. Wake to a harmonica from a hay field,
lutes from a wooden hall, accordions from fountains,
a guitar from a balcony, a triangle from a loft,
tambourines from a nursery, a piano from a music room,
organs from cathedrals, an oud from an Armenian market,
sitars from a Himalayan dawn, zithers from a Greek tavern.
Interlude. Banjo from a riverboat, clarinet from a basement bar,
cittern from a folk club floor, brass band from a village hall,
xylophone from an attic, trumpets from a rehearsal studio,
a lyre from a temple ruin, twitterings from bushes and trees
of nesting birds, honks from geese migrating over marshes,
beeps from passing traffic, fade to whale and dolphin signals.
Return with hill horns, mountain pipes, sea harps, forest flutes,
shore choirs, wave violins. Fade to space silence.
Final fade. Skylark cries from summer skies,
nightingale songs from wooded vales, bugles from battlefields,
tubas from towers, piccolos from autumn parks.
Fade on a flute and a whistle, drones from a flugelhorn,
cello tones, a far off hush of the horns and the choirs.
The fortress structure clears, the ear hears
the music of the spheres.
End. Natural sound. Wind and waves.