What Silence Tells

A bit of light for your day, no matter how dark it may be.

The harps lay silent, their strings unstrung
The harper’s soul laid bare.
The voices still with songs unsung
And no hope left to spare.

When dreams are ash and hearts grow cold
And bitter draughts lay stark and old.
The tales ring out in silence bold
Told and told and told and told.

The laughter rings bold and grim
As wicked beat their drum.
Yet shimmers there the fear within
Of tunes the silence hums.

When dreams are ash and hearts grow cold
And bitter draughts lay stark and old.
The tales ring out in silence bold
Told and told and told and told.

The light will come like breaking dawn
And flaring hope unfurl.
Though night returns it fades along
The turning of the world.

When dreams are ash and hearts grow cold
And bitter draughts lay stark and old.
The tales ring out in silence bold
Told and told and told and told.

So take your harp in trembling hands,
You singers of the day.
Grim the darkness through the lands
You chase it now away.

When dreams are ash and hearts grow cold
And bitter draughts come to the bold
Then sing the tales the silence holds:
Told and told and told and told.

Dreaming in Plot