[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.For
Rating: 0.00
Makes her falter now and then
Yet still she makes so sweet a sound
With harp, guitar and pipe
Her soothing voice a symphony
Always flowing, a waterfall.
"Menolly," I ask in polite appreciation
"How did you ever manage,
to play that amazing melody?"
Smiling softly she looks to me
A comforting sparkle in her eye
"Listen" her smile grew bright
"And learn all I will show you."
With missing a beat
The tune came forth
© Tyr Hawkaluk (2004-Present)