The New Troubadours
Outside my window I hear the piano
So skillfully tickled to sing Chopin’s
Flying notes from beyond the ages, beyond
The waters, here to lure me forward to the source.
But wait! I hear the violin sweetly sounding,
The gentle creek of music that my ear washes,
Mixing with the daring beats of Asunda’s
Legend, climbing the staircase to heaven.
What fingers now pluck the strings so wildly,
Stirred by a heart so longing, so burning with
Passion for the dreams men long ago threw away,
The stars they left for heaven’s keep.
These are the new troubadours, from dorm
To door singing, peddling the world man
Lost – the world of love, the world of chivalry and youth
Unbounded by old limbs and old fears.
They for music’s sake sing, oblivious to the
Sneers of baser men, to let loose upon the
Earth the cries of poets, seeking the lofty
Empyrean of wisdom, and a lover’s heart.
Play on, dear friends, play on. For where
Music flows, there an ear will be to capture
It, and let not the precious drink spill into
A dark and deaf void, to be the seed of planets.
From there, the planet that shines in morn,
And shines again in dusk, its zealous rays
Upon the Earth love, then beauty conceiving,
Will shine forever in the eyes of these troubadours.