Forgotten Ground Regained

Mikkelsvisur

A poem inspired by Old Norse Skaldic fornyrðislag meter
Many are the men whoMake music in the worldBut rare is the bard whoBreathes for the love of it.
Deeply has the dreamerDrunk from Odin's mead andCalled our hearts with chords thatCut the night's dark silence.
Silver tongue that sings ofSweet love and Eirinn green;Nimble fingers know the Name of music itself.
You measure this man byMore than mere melody;We've witnessed his worth andWere left wanting for more
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