Nicholas Messenger - B Minor lyrics

This fortnight past the house stands wide all openings to the garden, sun outside disrupted by the settling leaves, the yellow ripples stirring on the floors within and thence reflected upward so the walls are also warm and stippled. Bees have wandered in with their mellifluous reeds and make us into an instrument : the unsuspected harmony of rooms reverberates them and our minds are resonant. This music that the summer rarely heeds and only momentarily, now the fall re-finds as if the insects, ending their concerto, mount a drone of final scales, not tuning up but out.