My Ears

I remember the night I first heard the sound of wings playing the piano. The harp and the zither greeted my silent ears. The moon rejoiced and sang an original song. I had been waiting for this. Knowing it would come one day. The Song of Solomon. told me one cold and frosty night. The wind speaks to me in long silky verses. Violins and harps sing me to sleep. The sound of words and songs that have graced my ears. Have not changed me to any extent. They just made me smile.