New Morning Sounds

Before you thought of Spring
Except as a Surmise
You see—God bless his suddenness—
A Fellow in the Skies
Of independent Hues
A little weather worn
Inspiriting habiliments
Of Indigo and Brown—
With specimens of Song
As if for you to choose—
Discretion in the interval
With gay delays he goes
To some superior Tree
Without a single Leaf
And shouts for joy to Nobody
But his seraphic self—

- Emily Dickinson

(There's also a dog and a hobo in there.)

Postscript: Oh, man, I just realized Garageband has been using my computer's built-in microphone as the input for everything I record, even when I have a good microphone running into it through a decent preamp. What a ding dong! No wonder that piano sounded so terrible...