She lives in a Manse ensconsed in the sheer side of a cliff
and every morning she climbs out on the terrace to catch the
warmth of the early sun against those frosty heights
and sings
her notes are simple and pure like those of the flute
the song is often plaintive and compelling
I climbed up one day to hear
and she arrested me with those peircing eyes
so I furtively asked "For whom do you sing?"

she shook her head and said "It's just poetry"

:)

thank you for sharing. i appreciate it.

it was a nice surprise to find it in my journal. :)

It's a tribute to a person i admire...;)