the Piper

Written during the gig given by the Butter Dogs in Kyoto on June 4th

For Hatao San, my friend and teacher in life and music

You'll find him

in books of sand

in tore up mists

dropped on ever green shores

You'll meet him

in dogs barking

drunk with rain pouring

with rain dancing

and slashing

in seals swimming up

the dreamy stream

of Tir na Nog

of Tir Gan Small

You'll hear him

in blue green waters

stired by windy storms

in the songs of the elderly

and the scream of a new born

You'll find him

in the meeting of lovers

burned

undone by dawn

on the lips

of women

and maiden

soul and salt

of our life

In days and death

he will come to you

as gull, sea, cliff, hill

as past and future

turned into dust

as stony step and walls

leading to

heaven and grey cloudy light

he will be a handfull of leaves

a mantel of snow

poppies in a field

blood on children knees

as a kettle boiling

as a draft, a mere stone or weed

growing on the path

he will come

to you

alone



Would you like to know more about this great Irish band visit their website at:
http://www.irish-butterdogs.com/band-e.htm

and Hatao's web page:

http://www.geocities.jp/six_holes_flute/