• The keys below her fingers softly play
    A cherished melody of days long past
    When in clear azure windows sun did stay
    But never does the warmest weather last
    The notes fall fast and flat, as does the rain
    When driven by the sky’s relentless scorn
    Though as the rising clouds do slowly drain
    A brighter sun than last may yet be born.
    With all of this in mind, I must digress
    To love that she has lost, she does attest
    So come you now to brave sweet winter’s breath
    A spoken word, sincere, befuddles death.