As the strings of the violin plays
The soft melody of melancholy followsA child is born in her mothers arms
She enters the world, a smiling soul
The whispers of a mothers voice
The violin gently weeps
Small hands clutch her palm
Angels surround and embrace the moment
The birth of a poet
Blue eyes stare in the world, completely still
Like that of a glacier, amongst warm waters
Her tears melting away the sadness of birth
Yet he does not know that happiness is to come