Music flowed
Like water
From the bow
The resin dust
Shaken talc
Beneath the bridge
Notes danced like May fly
On the lake
Caught in the suns rays
For that single day
They were given life.
You played natures
Pure clean sounds
Fiddling a pulse
That grows amongst
The rushes
And the gorse
Yellow bushes
The birds song
The lichened stones
The brown bog’s banks
And the lone
Hawthorn
Shaped by the wind
Your music
Is like a poem
Standing like oghams
Holding a rusty gate
To a passing way
I hope I am wrong
Thats it’s melody
Dance and song
Will not disappear
For it has been dug out
Of this barren landscape
Filled with Myth and legend
Taken from the wind
That holds a hawk’s
Fluttering stillness
Before it plunges
Deep to rescue
Our melancholic
Hearts.
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