In the hilltop forest
They swirl, dance
Lost to the music
Lost to themselves
It resides…
They still to listen…
Feeling as much as hearing
Howls, calls and coos
In a pulse the music returns
And the world goes dark
Twitching violently they hit the floor as one
Speaking in tongues
Harsh messages are heard, absorbed
Then silence followed by subdued light
All that remains is the omen
With kindness only we survive