Her hands dance upon the ivory keys
Her eyes were closed, within a dream
And like a tune of autumn breeze
She sighed a sigh of perfection.

A watching eye did listen well
To every note that played aloud
A clicking nose that soon did swell
To something much more stunning.

The music played a stunning piece
Of winter chill, and summer sun
That caused the clicking to increase
To volumes much too loud.

The watching eye could not contain
Its wish to join the song that played
And with its beak, the piano feigned
As shrills of noise came forth...


To see the illustration, go to: http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/loth/l/e/leahwong/bird.jpg.html

We hope you enjoy it as much as we had doing this. *smiles*


-Myriad- and ++ Leah ++

Infinitum.

Va pensiero sull' ali dorate...