Completed: 13 January 2018

Happy sunday to you all. The following poem accompanies this. Happy viewing and reading!

Faint echoes of music from years
Long past, are wafted to my ears.
Gently, on my heart, the sound lies
Like sleep-filled lids on tired eyes.
Slowly, from my care-laden soul,
It wrings my woes and fills the hole
With tender thoughts of murmuring seas,
Of the hummed harmonies of bees,
Of the soft notes of mountain streams-
Strains which recur in my sweet dreams.
This seldom heard mysterious sound;
This waft that stirs the air around
Is a quaint spell cast by the mute
Enchanting Lady of the Lute.