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.