Muses led me here

I am at a crossroads. My muses led me here.
They told me to be patient while the road signs re-appear.

I know just where I need to go but can not see the way.
It's like the rune called Daeg, the dark before the day.

Winter comes and I go deep inside my snowy cave.
My dreams are clear, in them I hear the music that I made.

I'm waiting for the snow to end and frost to freeze the lake.
Then I can glide on skis and songs where muses will me take.

I love the ease of Winter, the crystals piled high.
Much easier to wait when I know Winter is close by.

My fiddle player finds me, he sings in tennor sweet.
And in the crossroads waiting, who else might I meet?

Sweet voices in my head, sweet singing in my ear.
I have a choir of angels, muses led me here.