The Lost Piper. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Clouds passing subtly, o'er glens and through mountains
The remnants of winter glist on a blue sky
I still hear the music, playing softly at twilight
As the stars start to dance with a glint in their eye.

I let my mind wander as the music comes to me
It sweeps all around on a night warm and still
I lay down to rest but then quickly awaken
As the lost piper stood on the brow of the hill.

I'd heard of a story where a piper was slain
But since then his body, ne'er seen or was found
Killed for the love of the girl he would marry
Cursed before dying, he just roams around.

Approaching me slowly, he played on his chanter
"The Lament For The Lost" was his pitiful plea
"Shed tears while you listen and stop me from wandering
For the tears that you cry will set this soul free.