She's writing for the first time
With simple phrases
And care of understanding.
Because in this beautiful day,
Everything has to be turned into VERSE.
But what should she write about?
She's gone through all these things
And all she has is DREAM.

Should she write about herself?
What words should she tell you
To believe her?
Happy, loved, pretty...
Living, loving, waiting...

She would like to be a teardrop,
To be born from your eyes,
To roll down on your cheeks,
To die on your lap.

But she's an open window
For your dream flights.
She is an open letter,
Opened but never read.
A hand gliding smoothly on a piano...
In a symphony of unsaid words.