From the notebook of Edward Pacht...

June 2, 2009.   On May 17 I attend the New Hampshire Renaissance Faire, garbed as a priest.  Steve Hartford caught this picture of me listening to  musicians.  Today I wrote ... 
 


 
The Harper and the Minstrel
 
Lo, the musick danceth in the aire,
'Tis the sound of Renaissance Faire.,
Harping, piping, singing sound,
Timeless joy doth here abound
 
The ancient priestling sits him down,
White locks under a black felt crown,
Staff in hand and ears awake,
one foot tapping for the dance's sake.
 
Lo, the musick danceth in the aire,
'Tis the sound of Renaissance Faire.,
Harping, piping, singing sound,
Timeless joy doth here abound.
 
The harper harps, his fingers swift,
In ringing tones the spirit to lift.
And heartstrings join the harper's tune,
in gratitude for such great boon.
 
Lo, the musick danceth in the aire,
'Tis the sound of Renaissance Faire.,
Harping, piping, singing sound,
Timeless joy doth here abound.
 
Also the wind blows in the wood,
The sound of piping, oh so good:
The harp and the pipe, the sound of singing,
Listen and hear the forest ringing.
 
Lo, the musick danceth in the aire,
'Tis the sound of Renaissance Faire.,
Harping, piping, singing sound,
Timeless joy doth here abound.
 
'Tis a circle, though so small,
The  musick strongly grasping all,
And at its urging feet will prance,
Round and round in endless dance.
 
Lo, the musick danceth in the aire,
'Tis the sound of Renaissance Faire.,
Harping, piping, singing sound,
Timeless joy doth here abound

-EDWARD PACHT