Silent voices
of no chorus to hum
no harp to tune
yet the voice so loud
in its silent tones
to the audience of the moon
in its halfness on the eye of May
heard by the tick of Mr Cricket
percussion-less, Tuku strides his strings
and the company of the flute
but the silent voice
loud it wails
speaks of foreign tongue
yet the prophecy of truth, it reveals
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