Maker of Music
"The Joining"

Maker of Music
I have danced
wildly to your mountain sound
danced slowly in a naked dawn,
sadly to the mournful notes,
and joyful to your
lighter touch...

You never knew
this one - who lived in a
thousand golden fires,
who walked the night wind
and wrote - all the words
you spoke.

I am simple.
I am old.
I dance a dance you never saw,
and remember far too much.
What I did,
Maker of Music,
had to be done.
How else to survive?

In the dawn,
before the day could tell,
the dance was done
that casts the spell,
and I became
all the notes you play!

© J Logan Nicholson