7/16/2025: “Psithurism,” by Mike Antone

Mike Antone, writing songs from the Snoqualmie Valley in Washington State. Psithurism = the sound of wind thru the leaves. Here are the Lyrics :)

Whispering leaves

Upon the Wind

Brings me peace

The sound of them

For hours I lay

In trance, a Gaze

Trickling breath

Unfold the maze

We all connect

Every fiber, Every scene

Thru the souls window

A message will gleam

It’s the moments of time

Where everything seems

Grand again on

& the planets align

Just a moment of sound

Is all you need

To remember the sound

Of the wind thru leaves

Maybe it’s a thought

Or a picture in your head

Or the very last sound

That you’ve heard or heard said

Let’s give it to them trees

For helping us breath

For being so strong

In the face of reality