Female Vox: Nora McCullough
Everything Else: Cullah
what’s the sound of the falling leaves?
it’s the crinkling and rustling around in the breeze
while summer slumbers
it’s sleeping for love
what’s the sound of the calling heart
aching and mistaken and nearly split apart
in little pieces of love
what’s the sound a big drum beat
booming and stopping
resuming and stomping your feet
ooh it’s the beat of love
what’s the smell of the robin’s call?
does it puncture like the pungence
of the coming fall?
through wind and all
as perfume of love
what’s the matter with my staggering feet?
its a manner of a stammer in my big heart beat
when I wonder
when I wonder of love
What’s the sound of a chorus ring?
when the children start their singing
about innocent things
and we listen with love
autumn winds begin to blow
colored leaves fall fast and slow
twirling, whirling, all around
till at last, they touch the ground