A poem:Of all the musiciansI've had the great pleasureOf listening to, none outclassTaj, the tea vendor.At the crack of dawn echoIn his shop, by the roadsideMelodies of magic harkedBy wanderers walkin' by.Some tunes kindle joy,Some kindle deep sorrow,Some conjure cosmic calm,Forgotten songs , come 'morrow.Some ignite great regretFor deeds of the past;On the tea vendor's …
The Forgers of Fantasy 