Poem -



she plays her music                          with her delicate hands.                  bow moving slowly,                         over the strings.

with her eyes ablaze,.                        a fiery passion inside burns.           making love into inspiration,            with each movement

her slender fingers,.                           make the notes sing.                          with each stanza                                Mozart sheds a tear,                            overcome by sheer beauty

play me a song 

Misty please