Musical Magic for Mlady Helena

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Musical magic

 

The ancient harper starts to play.

All background noises fade away.

We sit spell bound

 

We are transported to the past .

Times iron rule is overcast

by his sweet sounds.

 

The present ceases to exist.

The silver notes will long persist

to be profound.

 

The ancient harper cannot see.

His eyes don’t work effectively

He can’t look round.

 

But we can see and we can hear.

We’re privileged to be here.

Applause resounds.

 

The harper starts to play again

A soft and gentle sweet refrain.

 I am dumbfound.

 

As are the whole audience

The music holds us in suspense.

We are held bound

 

By the spell the harper weaves

 and will be til the harper leaves.

 We’re still spell bound.

 

Saturday, 21 November 2009

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