Pat, that's so lovely I don't know where to start. I could hear it, taste it, smell it, feel it. "the bamboo chime plunks a cold note" (I had bamboo chimes. I could HEAR that note and "Plunks" is a perfect choice of words.)
a feathered host bursts forth its myriad of melodies - separate, scattered, "synchronized." (perfect, absolutely perfect). "A beauty one drinks in, and sighs at its satiety" (oh man, that says it all)
I can't wait for Linda to read this. Truly, it's awesome.
"Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23