long working day

there's not much left to say so silence sits
about our heads like a warm loving smoke
the music doesn't disturb it seems to soak
into the beigy walls in starts and little fits
the tunes are old another century's hits
written beneath the shade of ash and oak
no thorns lurk here to tear or jab or poke
the tunes and silence stimulate our wits
not for this night is graceless will or power
the calm that rules here has a deeper source
nothing here can break the lovely night
in time we hope to see the valley flower
know that the stream is in its proper course
and that we stand for what is truly right