There he stayed and he sang from the green and played the songs which drifted into the air as if they were the air itself. I am Bard. Mine is the way of music, song, and tale. I am both and neither. Then listen and I shall make it known to you.
Music lies at the base of the world.
It is magick in itself, and it contains other things that are it's nature. I am Bard and bound to the music, as it is my existence. I work the music as a fine silversmith works the silver into a cup. So I work the music into a fine remembrance of the past. Or time hence.