My beard grows downwind

Motets of The Montpellier Codex
tiptoe
'round my aged self
with tales of love long lost
and love approaching

I take the hand
of a young damsel
of the 13th Century polyphony

My beard grows downwind
as I swirl 'round the floor,
all my years
dressed in satin and velvet,
lost in courtly love

My beard grows downwind,
Ensemble Anonymous 4
mix their clarities
in a spellbinding play
of light and crystal,
dissolving me
in the ether;
with four Common Swifts
in lofty hurtles
on high
under the dome of the heavens