Isabelle
Isabelle just loves the sound of
music,
Standing as she does beside her self.
A
song might offer words, were she to choose it,
But words are curtains to the little elf.
Each note is like a bell that's
struck in heaven,
Lining all the boulevards with
grace.
Let none be more or less, but all be
leaven,
Even as her spirit soars in place.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Subscribe to this site on Substack
Subscribe to this site on YouTube