Mary Hummed A Tune

It was grey today, didn't matter with a nice sound,
brightness comes in different forms I've always found,
like madame who brightens up the room when she walks in,
what a gift that is, I hang on to coat tails as it may begin.

We make sunlight as we go, peeps over edges so slow,
reminds me of when I was small, when days took long to go,
when my mother smiled, had her own tune which rose and fell,
direcred me from pitfalls, anything untoward like a soft bell.

I have my own tunes, some for the moon, some for the stars,
nothing could touch us as we sped along in silver cars,
we would all meet again one day, experts in yellow fields,
there's a pause between old memories as soft sound builds.

Mary hummed a tune which surpassed beauty just as it was,
so why today, there was no reason - it was simply because.