Andecdote of the Whole

Individual insects pinch music
From; a glittering silence,
Angelic syllables clang deep in the hills-
From the cricket's hip kick
How their legs of gilded bells
Collect the night
A chronic symphony
Sparked by blackness
Rivulets of sound, small fluid jewels
Who trickle in cycle
Around your neck or wrist
Or act as amulet
Of flame around your heart-
This your orchestration
Through the dark no one can follow-
Where hollow minus hollow equals whole