If the rain
owned a voice
it would sound like you.
It would settle like dew,
a shimmer of glissando,
the plainsong of a people
who still believe that
music is the cláirseach
that strums the soul.
it would sound like you.
It would settle like dew,
a shimmer of glissando,
the plainsong of a people
who still believe that
music is the cláirseach
that strums the soul.



















