We came across this enchanted xylophone outside the youth hostel we were staying at. As a musician I am naturally drawn to sounds and since Tiny has been born I have noticed as e.e cummings the poet expressed it, that 'the ears of my ears awake'. I am more sensitive to sound as I am aware of Tiny's little ears picking up all the various sounds of the day: bird song, pages turning, feet stamping, breathing - and I hear them anew. She enjoyed playing this as the breeze blew around us, sunlight dappled on our skin and the yew tree sheltered us.
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and love and wings and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any-lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
e e cummings
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