Since Music Be the Food of Love

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The skylark hatchlings feel anxiety

When melodies from father up above

Become more faint because he rises free

Of them in singing, but his showered love

Does not abate.  It keeps on falling through

The spring or summer air to nourish them.

The music lines descend from daylight’s blue.

He plucks the notes from royal diadem

In morning’s realm and scatters them with mild

Abandon for his chicks to swallow with

Their ears or swallow with their throats.  Beguiled

The hatchlings gulp down music’s proffered pith.

  They learn that father’s distance does not fail

    Them, nourishing with notes however frail.