Slowly, intuitively,
we all fell silent,
as the piper
entered the room.
A velvet hush
soon to be broken
by wave upon wave
of laments, jigs,
reels and
hornpipes.
Even the open fire
seemed to be drawn
towards the music,
as if by
an unseen breath.
Across the crowded room,
a face of
bewildering and
startled beauty,
a Traveller face,
stared into
the sounds,
images
outside the window,
of candles within,
behind her
glowed.
Such a night
is for
the
remembering.

11/28/2005

Posted on 11/28/2005
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