By Josie Whitehead
A man went round from house to house:
‘It’s music that I need.’
One boy appeared with flute in hand
And played a jig at speed.
Another boy, with violin,
Tuned up and then he played;
And, when his lively tune was heard,
The people swayed and swayed.
A girl came with her clarinet;
Her sweet notes filled the skies –
And people’s hearts were gently touched
And tears came to their eyes.
A man arrived with empty hands:
‘No instrument have I,
But quietly listen to our world:
The wind, the sea, the sky.'
'Listen to the waves that crash
On pebbles on a beach,
And hearken to those boisterous winds
That whistle, howl and screech.'
'Find time to hear the sweet birdsong,
Each with its tuneful sound,
And in the quietness, mark my words,
It’s peace-music you’ve found.'
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