I walked through the Wyrden Wood one night
And came on a most alluring sight
A clearing, that I'd not seen before
A clearing that I now much adore.

For on that silent, moonlit eve
I paused for a spell, seeking reprieve
My feet were weary, my strength was spent
weary from a meaningless event.

Twas when I paused, for to rest a while
That I heard an odd thing, not good or vile
But something other, from somewhere far
Something not familiar, not bizarre

I made ready to fight, my hand on my blade
"Perhaps this is some foreign bard's raid,"
But then I percieved, the sound was gone,
And there in the clearing, I was just one.

The feeling returned again, in time
Something like sound, but much more sublime
The wind rustled through the foilage, and
I rose from my rest, and there I did stand.

Looked up at the sky, O Mother Night!
Whatever this is, only You could ignite
Something so subtle and deeply profound
Something like music without any sound.

I found that the truth had dawned on me
This beautiful thing, this mute banshee
Was the music Mother Night loved best
'Twas the music of silence, played at her behest.