Scribbles

Writing is one of the many ways 
I can express myself sometimes I imagine me at a piano
instead of a computer pressing the notes making beautiful
music for the world to see if it ever gets published.

Composing a musical piece and composing a little bit of
writing takes the same time and concentration and they both
bring music to our ears....


The grass is singing
my ears are ringing
from lily's crying
and raindrops sighing
for spring to begin
with a pot made of tin
will be filled with delight
my own spring takes flight
as softly as sun
the spring has almost come
to bring smiles on our faces
my sweet mothers graces.




~Compositions and Scribbles of Galadheil