History is made by ordinary people doing extraordinary things,
Great moments of the past begin often inauspiciously, quiet remote.
Such was the great moments of Grieg, sitting here on this fjord
In a hut, a piano, and the view, here The hall of the mountain King,
Is envisaged, heard on this piano, the only witness the mystic fjord.
A man of passion and peculiar idiosyncrasy, nobody must hear him play.
His wife, family could bring on silence, piano closed, he needed nobody.
So today we stare at this tiny space an ordinary piano, the unchanged view.
Marvelling at his inheritance, that goes on inspiring with its magic sounds.
(c) J Tipp Ullensvang Norway
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