The Tome Which Slept

The Tome -- By Paul A. L. Hall of paulhallart and Hi Paulhallart
The sound of silver cords, like bells of festive breath.
In the silence of the time gone by there was the tome which slept.

Pulse the air in rhythm deft, awake the tome which slept;
Pulse the air in rhythm deft, awake the tome which slept.

The tome lay there a-sleeping in the mud and in the mire,
but woke to sounds of silver cords from an unearthly shire.

For I pulsed the air in rhythm deft, and awoke the tome which slept;
For I pulsed the air in rhythm deft, and awoke the tome which slept.