she had a gentle soul

tipically it was soft and quite

she swayed in her chair

while the music in her head kept her calm

her soul grew louder and bolder

her pen the black keys,  the pages the white

trilling fingertips spun the pen like a buton 

the silent readers stared

to wich they recieved a beeming smile

sharing her spirit that she did not have yeasterday

the book she had was interesting

but not nearly as intising as the fleeting joy and peace that had taken over

she knew she had to cherrish the moment while it lasted

gentle girl hang on

sway to your song

share your peace

and rember it for tomorrow.