Instruments tuned, all are ready with ears and eyes, hands and hearts, each member a talent, an outcome of tutelage, devotion, diligence,

Horse-drawn over country they arrived, man with the nation's music in his head,

Push the heavy door, enter into warmth, pass amongst the waiting folk seated in their pews,

From cream coloured sopranos to dark molasses bass, apple green altos to tenors of champagne,

Slivers of silver, shards of steel a primal nature disorientates;

Gibbons, tree frogs, katydids, whales, crickets, cicadas, blackbirds, humans called their messages, sang their songs