Tuesday, April 09, 2013

One Octave High - # 8

A year and a half, she's already begun to play
So many crazy tunes, with flair and style

sometimes she sings, or tries to say
And sometimes she simply flashes a smile

When I woke up on a fine winter day
I heard her serenade for a while

Then she looked at me and hit the key
Like a professional one could ever be!


PS: Ottava rima