A silent chanter
sits in its silver case,
the year of the piper
is put on hold,
...
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This is excellent Ciar'an, Melbourne being my home state I relate to every word. Warmly, Jerry
From the homes of Ireland, from generation to generation, traditional music has spread all over the world. Melbourne is no exception and you have captured its presence in this fine poem reflecting a wealth of Irish music far away in the heat of the day and the contrast of the side street guitar player is equally important. All music has its own soul.
Very enjoyable. Our music cannot help but go wherever we go.