A white witch on one knee

Stirs an empty crystal cauldron on the floor

With a felt baton around the outside rim,

Producing a powerful penetrating pure ringing tone,

A resonating aural daub in an evening-long sonic painting

A male mage helps the two women

Weave a spell of sound from their forest of bowls,

Blowing a didgeridoo his own height,

An erect trumpeting trunk

Complementing their quartz cavities.