Poetry

I was looking through my itouch's notes today, and found a great deal of poetry I had 'forgotten' about. Maybe misremembered would be a better word. Anyways... since I haven't had the time over the last few days to write anything new, I thought I'd just post a piece on here every day until I've written more prose, or I run out of poems, whichever comes first :P . Without further ado then, the first poem:

The Minstrel's Song

The night air was drifting

As I sat softly lifting

A song to the sky

As all around did fly

The music I was making

Voice lifted up in song

Notes drawn out long

Words coupled in rhyme

Foot tapping out the time

To the music I was making

Countless stars twinkled down

As firelight lit the background

In quiet streets, abandoned

My melody softly landed

The music I was making

Touched by the bow

Strings sounded low

Fingers catching notes

Like dancing little motes

For the music I was making

Softly ended the song

Silence following along

Fingers rested atop

As strings slowed to a stop

And ended the music I was making

But lo! A note in answer!

And following like a dancer

Came a trill sweet and high

Piping notes that did fly

Like the music I had been making

Soon there came in sight

Swiftly approaching the light

The piper, skipping along

Mirroring her merry song

The music she was making

Then, with a merry grin

I picked up my bow again

And touching bow to string

I began softly to sing

To the music we were making

Melodies intertwining

Harmonies slowly rising

Notes falling like rain

And bouncing back again

The music we were making

Then did the darkened street

Begin to resound with many feet

As folk began to gather round

And voices began to sound

A song raised to the sky

By many voices raised high

The music we were making!