catch me
in the middle
of what I have to say
... it made my heart soar;
and for a while I could
forget the troubles that were weighing me down.
Their music made me dream,
and in these dreams there was light and hope
and good cheer, and
the dark and lies and brooding clouds were to be found
nowhere. It brought the
smile back to my lips.
The music had brought me
back my youth.
But the Autumn had arrived,
snaking out of its hollow palace, coiling its whips,
searching for me and mine,
hungry for a meal of hope to devour and play with,
it hunted me and my kind.
Their music was all I had
to keep me strong.
Are
we
still here?
My Heartfelt thanks to those
of the Forest for keeping such cool levelheadedness in the face of adversity.
There are those of the
Dreaming (the children of the Fae) who have turned from good cheer in this
cage,
in this dread sphere; and
their numbers dwindle daily, getting caught in the trap of Banality and
forgetting
their true self.
I am not
of the Dreaming.
However i have always held
its interest close to this calloused beast which is my dusty heart.
I appreciate the cold,
quiet power of the dark.
In a world beset by more
troubles than it could possibly handle, there are very few
things that matter.
There are fewer things
that make this life a bit better.
Such is the Craft of the
Minstrel,
such is the voice of the
Angel.
in the presence of thy Elders, Do Not Quibble
...And none have the right
to question another's love of this music,
in all its permutations,
whether our questions be of
technique, philosophy,
emotion or even in the farthest sense
borne of your own person.
I know not a lot about
them, or of the Craft, but I will soon.
I have never met either,
and I will probably never.
But they are in my dreams.
And I will ask those who
know more,
and when they share their
stories I will listen.
For in the cold of a Winter
that eats away at you like a hungry beast
I am not afraid to look
for the Truth and keep my heart open. |