Feather Folklore
and
The Symphony of Whispers

Once declared, the orchestra of hush transpired.

Hitherto in zenith, the cacophony echoes: "Immense silence"

Made skeptical audiences rave with zeal unspoken.

Air composed by gentlest whispers carried on raven's wings, black.

"Marvel at our majestic muteness," chants the dissonant mockingbird.

The wind conducts, bats serve trebles—melodies
Beneath skies feathery as moon shadows in full bloom.