Two Old Bards

Two old bards sat on the trunks of fallen trees.
No home did they need, nor the company of trivial items.
All they had was in their hands,
The lutes, carven of wood forever gone,
To make the music loved by only those who shared in the exile of the forest. Two old bards needn’t speak, “Why lie with words,
When one could speak with the honesty of musical notes?”
This they reminded to themselves.
Two old bards envisioned the past,
As though it were before their eyes.
Reveries of the days of youth,
They weaved and displayed for any to hear.
Darkness of the regrets,
Their music unwanted,
Their exile to the woods.
A shallow world they traded in for,
A life of few that loved them both.
This love they painted in song.
Two old bards knew their days grew low.
The music grew to crescendo,
And the final notes resounded.
Two old bards smiled as they faded away,
They knew the trees would always carry their notes.

Reviews

[sivan]

you have a beautiful art of choosing words with emotion... keep it up

[KatDarkness]

Wow, you worded that one really well, love it :) The flow of the lines is perfection!