the sound of slate
»When I was delighted by music, my ears slurped melodies::
I heard loud voices and the mountains were playing the organ..
And the hanging rock reverberates melodies.
And soon iron werst plays smoother melodies
The pipe answers from the mountains' bushes.
First with trembling quivering, then with full singing
Does the music sound from the rock as it comes out of the ore.
So the singing connects the separated shores gracefully
And hills and streams play the same music...
Fortunatus, bishop of Poîtiers on his Moselle journey in 488