Venatius lucky

If I was delighted with music, my ear slurped off melodies: voices rang loudly and the mountains struck the organ, and melodies echoed against the hanging rock. Soon the brazen string of the strings muffled softer tones, the flute echoed from the mountain Bushes Now with a trembling tremor, and then in the full singing sound The music resounds from the rock as it flows out of the ore. So the singing grace unites the separated shores, And unanimously hills and streams of music ... «Venatius Fortunatus, later Bishop of Poîtiers , on his journey through the Moselle from Metz to the mouth together with the Merovingian king Childebert II in 588.