Flowing

My love and passion, music that would flow

Through my stressed and tired finger-tips

With melody clear as the ocean glow

Through my trembling and stage-frightful lips

A drop of sun, magic hair, not enough

The swaying song sung to help the bleek un-dead

Lullaby made unlike the geode rough

A piece falling like water on my head

The magic made from tune and melody

Spell of sighs, and quiet breath and shine

To the silent, stillness of the spry sea

Tapestry of brightly colored design

Heart, made of fairy colors on a spool

And floats forever in a moon-green pool