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.
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