A Tribute

Is there a finer way to pay tribute        
other than the form they have made their own        
singing songs to courtly Spinet and Lute        
and if wrath grows then blasts of Trumpets blown.        
       
There is great wealth in writes couched in past terms        
linked to sleeping blooms where rhyme came of age,        
and they in turn looked to their past and yearned      
and this, by hap, ere the first paper page?      
       
They build on legends just as Shakespeare did        
the one great change lay in that of degree,        
where the bards voice is viewed theirs are hid        
save for this happy band and, you and me.  
       
And so I place my humble sonnet here        
In tribute to the Midnight Sonneteer...