"Bardic Chorale"

No words are needed
I watch from afar
Just the slighest touch
Upon a quivering harpstring
My veins light on fire
The sky darkens
And the air grows cold
But I feel it not
A single metallic note
From the throat of a flute
Vibrates in the stillness
They glow, the musicians
As they weave their magic
Into a surging celebration
Of lutes and mandolins
Harps, and flutes, and lyres
The stars shine above
Like hundreds of eyes
Watching as I do
In silence, from afar
The wind is like ice
But I feel no cold
I know only wonder
The musicians pour their souls
Into the sublime symphony
The music wings into flight
My blood keens
Like a note from a violin
Singing without words
Only music, forever.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 423 AF.