by Dorothea Barth ©2013
He leaps into the faery ring
Bright bow bounced lightly off the string
The tune the fiddler starts to utter
Brings hearts and wings alike to flutter
Less luminous our larger world
Yet finer feelings are unfurled
With music as a catalyst
For love's lament and lover's tryst
Copyright 2009 Dorothea Barth. All rights reserved.