I always found the extraordinary loss of life in the First World War very moving. I remember learning about it as a very young child as an eight- or nine-year-old asking my teachers what poppies were for. Every year the teachers would suddenly wear these red paper flowers in their lapels and I would say 'What does that mean?'
While I've had a great distaste for what's usually called song in modern poetry or for what's usually called music I really don't think of speech as so far from song.