Serenity

You can hear the sweet sound
That her small hands make
When they are one
With the instrument.

She stumbles on the notes
Every once in a while,
Her fingers going back
To get it just right.

The sound, the feeling,
The satisfaction that only
The music can bring-
Keeps her fingers to the keys.

The years of lessons have paid off,
Have allowed her to discover
A talent-a talent that brings
The praise of adults.

But it is more than that.
It is melody. It is daydreams.
It is another place
To be in.