• The composer took the elegant stand
    Silence overtook
    And with a flicker of his hand
    The wind started on high soprano notes
    In melody with the birds soft legato minuets
    The melting snow turns into a clean clear moat
    Then the daffodils waltz in circles on the fresh dewy blades of grass
    The bumblebees hum a dull lullaby
    Nether less a grizzly wakes and lets out a startling yawn
    The icicles began to cry
    From the distant you hear a father telling his daughter something amusing
    Her musical laughter chimes in perfectly and fits right in it's own special spot
    Finally the sun dips into the purple clouds
    The last not is rather rare and has it's own lot
    It's the sound of love
    The sound I wish someone could make to me