Old Song

Can you hear the music sing?
Words and hymns riding the wind
Telling of times long ago, before we forgot
The magic, the fey and the rest of that lot.


As children we saw the faeries fly
And were afraid to hear the beansidhe’s cry
We knew about the gnomes behind the shed
And the demons lurking beneath the bed
We loved this magic that we saw
The extension of imagination in the raw.


But now our minds are far too tight
Too secure in what we know is right
When we were children we heard the song
But our parents told us the tune was wrong.


Now our lives are too concrete
To clean, far too neat
So rare are the elves of the younger days
Invisible to us are the hidden ways.


It’s very sad to see this magic die
The last notes of the song are nigh
But if you listen in the ‘tween times
In your heart you’ll hear the lines
And all the rhymes and every note
This small fact gives me some hope
For as long as the faintest whisper is in the heart

We will always be tied to that magical spark.