Elvin music
Left to the stars and moonlit sky
Left to the white sand and foaming sea
Swiftly curling waves crash
Lapping the lonely land
Where the wild dark hills are steep
Countless musicians keep
Their ancient songs among pristine valleys
Lost in age old sleep.

Their music binds the world
The wildest parts unknown
Drifting between cloud hung peaks
Lovely true and lone
Far and distant as they seem
Playing their endless melody
Thin threads of tune come shimmering back
Dream upon dream.