Magic Minstrel
(Written in response to finding my kinswoman, Miss Adamantja, playing alone one evening in Michel Delving)
Dance alone, in streetlight’s glow,
Where you go to none may know,
See strings of silver where your fingers fly
Do you sing to the shadows in the dark night sky?
See how fast she whirls around.
Play on, magic minstrel,
Sweet her song and music sound.
With subtle notes you weave your spells
All around us music swells.
Now I know, I’ve read the runes,
You’re dancing with the ghosts
who haunt a thousand tunes.
See how fast she whirls around.
Play on, magic minstrel,
Sweet her song and music sound.
Then she whispers in my ear,
Tell me that which you would hear,
For I can play to ease your pain.
Know the song that she then played,
Told a tale of one betrayed,
Yet beautiful was that refrain!
Oh, spin free, you mystic maiden,
See how fast she whirls around.
Play on, magic minstrel,
Sweet her song and music sound.
